Shattering plate glass sounds like church bells being thrown down a flight of steps. I know this because I heard it myself, from two feet away--the sound of the glass, I mean. The two young guys who had tossed the cinder block through the glass looked pleased, and at that moment, I admired them.
It was January of 1970, and Revolution was all the rage. We were marching. Nixon was president, the war in Vietnam was escalating, Hippie was long ago dead and the sign of the closed fist was everywhere. We even had a brand new anthem by the group Chicago, called It Better End Soon:
They're killing everybody
They're killing me and you
They're fighting and
killing everybody
I wish it weren't true
They say we got to make war
Or the economy will fall
But if we don't stop
We won't be around no more
They're ruining this world...
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