Forty-five years ago today, the front lines of the war against the war in Vietnam, and in this case more pointedly in Cambodia, formed at the base of Blanket Hill on the campus of Kent State University.
I had planned to go to Washington for the inauguration of President Barack Obama. But then the flu happened, and I decided it would be wiser to stay home than to take the bus to DC from Jersey and stand outside for who knows how many hours, coughing away in the winter weather.
Kent State is America's Tiananmen Square. The photo of a young girl kneeling over the body of a dead student is etched on our collective retinas. But all these years later, it is still hard to comprehend. There is no resolution of this tragedy.