“Ultimately, above all else, our generation believed the songs were for us – a private serenade to our youth, butalas, we learned . . . the lyrics lied.” - The Children of the 1960s“Feral” children coming of age navigate family, friends, race, love, and drugs as they find their voices during the long, hot summer of 1967’s civil rights movement . . .Two teenage sisters' idyllic life in a private beach community beneath the Bubblegum Sun forever changes when drugs move north from Toledo and riots move south from Detroit. The turbulence of the times entangles them in the mayhem --
I just want to thank you for Bubblegum sun. I was born in 1970. So not the 60s. I lived in Indian Trails until I was 7. Just reading your story about the beaches, brought back a lifetime of memories. And I want to say thank you.