As a kid growing up in the ‘60s, I missed most of the decade’s cultural excitement. I was too young for the Beatles, definitely beyond the reach of the drug and free love movements, and remember being admonished for flashing the “Peace” sign at passing cars. I was born at the beginning of the era and finally came of age just as John, Paul, George, and Ringo were calling it quits, religion was replacing rampant hedonism in the hearts of hippies, and anti-government protests turned into a Presidential abuse of power. Oddly enough, one of the era’s most important advances, the civil rights movement, was a hot topic of conversation in my house. Because of who my father was (a professional football player, then coach) and because of the team he worked for (Chicago Bears), the issue of race and racism was a constant influence in our lives.