The 1970’s

Ohio
Lyrics by Patricia J. Griffin & Robert Plant
Performed by Neil Young

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We’re finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tension was palpable on the campus of the
University of Missouri in the spring of 1970.

With Nixon’s decision on April 30th to invade
Cambodia, protests against the Vietnam War
accelerated nationwide.

The Kent State Massacre on May 4, 1970, in
which unarmed college students were fired
upon by the Ohio National Guard, killed four
students and wounded nine others.

Outrage reached a feverish pitch, in turn
sparking a nationwide student strike.

In an unprecedented move, the University of
Missouri cancelled final exams, sending
students home early and putting a lid on the
situation before heretofore peaceful demon-
strations could turn violent.

Graduation ceremonies, scheduled to be held in
the football stadium, were relocated due to rain.

Rather than sit in an auditorium and view the
ceremonies via closed-circuit TV, which seemed
anticlimactic, I returned my unused cap and gown
to the book store and headed on down the road
to begin the next chapter of my life.

4 Dead In O-HI-O

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Finally…

On Monday, May 1, 2017, a total of 650 Vietnam
veterans from Nebraska boarded four jets as part
of an Honor Flight to Washington DC to tour the
nation’s war memorials and monuments.

Upon their return to the Lincoln airport that same
evening, they were greeted by thousands of waving
flags and wall to wall cheers.

This is in stark contrast to forty plus years ago, when
the majority of returning Vietnam veterans received
no welcome at all or jeers.

It’s about time.

If I had a nickel for every time
I put my foot in my mouth,
I could have easily retired
in my thirties.

More than once, my razor sharp
tongue came within a hair of
slashing my own throat.

In 1972, the first companywide
meeting I attended as a new hire
with Selection Research, Inc. (later
to become The Gallup Organization)
included fifteen or so male associates
and myself.

As we circled the table with introductions,
I stated my name, briefly described
my job responsibilities and proceeded
to announce I was SRI’s token woman.

Lucky for me, CEO Don Clifton had
a sense of humor. He chuckled, rather
than issuing a reprimand or escorting
me to the door.

He was open-minded in looking beyond
my naiveté to see the potential lurking
below the surface.

Don afforded the same consideration
to innumerable others, always open to
the diversity of people and cognizant
that talent comes in a multitude
of packages.

via Discover Challenge: Open-Minded

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If I had a nickel for every time
I put my foot in my mouth,
I could have easily retired
in my thirties.

More than once, my razor sharp
tongue came within a hair of
slashing my own throat.

In 1972, the first companywide
meeting I attended as a new hire
with Selection Research, Inc. (later
to become The Gallup Organization)
included fifteen or so male associates
and myself.

As we circled the table with introductions,
I stated my name, briefly described
my job responsibilities and proceeded
to announce I was SRI’s token woman.

Lucky for me, CEO Don Clifton had
a sense of humor. He chuckled, rather
than issuing a reprimand or escorting
me to the door.

He was open-minded in looking beyond
my naiveté to see the potential lurking
below the surface.

Don afforded the same consideration
to innumerable others, always open to
the diversity of people and cognizant
that talent comes in a multitude
of packages.

via Discover Challenge: Open-Minded

Ohio Lyrics by Patricia J. Griffin & Robert Plant Performed by Neil Young

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming We’re finally on our own This summer I hear the drumming Four dead in Ohio Gotta get down to it Soldiers are cutting us down Should have been done long ago What if you knew her And found her dead on the ground How can you run when you know?

Tension was palpable on the campus of the University of Missouri in the spring of 1970.

With Nixon’s decision on April 30th to invade Cambodia, protests against the Vietnam War accelerated nationwide.

The Kent State Massacre on May 4, 1970, in which unarmed college students were fired upon by the Ohio National Guard, killed four students and wounded nine others.

Outrage reached a feverish pitch, in turn sparking a nationwide student strike.

In an unprecedented move, the University of Missouri cancelled final exams, sending students home early and putting a lid on the situation before heretofore peaceful demon- strations could turn violent.

Graduation ceremonies, scheduled to be held in the football stadium, were relocated due to rain.

Rather than sit in an auditorium and view the ceremonies via closed-circuit TV, which seemed anticlimactic, I returned my unused cap and gown to the book store and headed on down the road to begin the next chapter of my life.

4 Dead In O-HI-O

Finally…

On Monday, May 1, 2017, a total of 650 Vietnam veterans from Nebraska boarded four jets as part of an Honor Flight to Washington DC to tour the nation’s war memorials and monuments.

Upon their return to the Lincoln airport that same evening, they were greeted by thousands of waving flags and wall to wall cheers.

This is in stark contrast to forty plus years ago, when the majority of returning Vietnam veterans received no welcome at all or jeers.

It’s about time.

If I had a nickel for every time I put my foot in my mouth, I could have easily retired in my thirties.

More than once, my razor sharp tongue came within a hair of slashing my own throat.

In 1972, the first companywide meeting I attended as a new hire with Selection Research, Inc. (later to become The Gallup Organization) included fifteen or so male associates and myself.

As we circled the table with introductions, I stated my name, briefly described my job responsibilities and proceeded to announce I was SRI’s token woman.

Lucky for me, CEO Don Clifton had a sense of humor. He chuckled, rather than issuing a reprimand or escorting me to the door.

He was open-minded in looking beyond my naiveté to see the potential lurking below the surface.

Don afforded the same consideration to innumerable others, always open to the diversity of people and cognizant that talent comes in a multitude of packages.

via Discover Challenge: Open-Minded

Ohio
Lyrics by Patricia J. Griffin & Robert Plant
Performed by Neil Young

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We’re finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tension was palpable on the campus of the
University of Missouri in the spring of 1970.

With Nixon’s decision on April 30th to invade
Cambodia, protests against the Vietnam War
accelerated nationwide.

The Kent State Massacre on May 4, 1970, in
which unarmed college students were fired
upon by the Ohio National Guard, killed four
students and wounded nine others.

Outrage reached a feverish pitch, in turn
sparking a nationwide student strike.

In an unprecedented move, the University of
Missouri cancelled final exams, sending
students home early and putting a lid on the
situation before heretofore peaceful demon-
strations could turn violent.

Graduation ceremonies, scheduled to be held in
the football stadium, were relocated due to rain.

Rather than sit in an auditorium and view the
ceremonies via closed-circuit TV, which seemed
anticlimactic, I returned my unused cap and gown
to the book store and headed on down the road
to begin the next chapter of my life.

On Monday, May 1, 2017, a total of 650 Vietnam
veterans from Nebraska boarded four jets as part
of an Honor Flight to Washington DC to tour the
nation’s war memorials and monuments.

Upon their return to the Lincoln airport that same
evening, they were greeted by thousands of waving
flags and wall to wall cheers.

This is in stark contrast to forty plus years ago, when
the majority of returning Vietnam veterans received
no welcome at all or jeers.

If I had a nickel for every time
I put my foot in my mouth,
I could have easily retired
in my thirties.

More than once, my razor sharp
tongue came within a hair of
slashing my own throat.

In 1972, the first companywide
meeting I attended as a new hire
with Selection Research, Inc. (later
to become The Gallup Organization)
included fifteen or so male associates
and myself.

As we circled the table with introductions,
I stated my name, briefly described
my job responsibilities and proceeded
to announce I was SRI’s token woman.

Lucky for me, CEO Don Clifton had
a sense of humor. He chuckled, rather
than issuing a reprimand or escorting
me to the door.

He was open-minded in looking beyond
my naiveté to see the potential lurking
below the surface.

Don afforded the same consideration
to innumerable others, always open to
the diversity of people and cognizant
that talent comes in a multitude
of packages.