This is In Deep, I’m Angie Coiro. This hour’s guest is coming right up. But first – these thoughts.
Growing up in Indiana, I was a kid out of place. I was too young to be a hippie or a peace activist or to call myself a feminist. But what was right and wrong started seeping through to me from those movements. I lived the inequality of growing up with an old-world Italian dad who treasured his sons and endured his daughters. (Luckily, Mom called him out on that once in a while.) Also lucky to have a sister whose subscribed to Mother Jones, and Whole Earth Review, whose record player wailed out Janis Joplin and the Doors, in this pop- and country-loving town. And because of the flower children I heard on the radio, I knew of San Francisco – where gentle people wore flowers in their hair and spread the new vibe of love and forward motion. When...