I had an uncle was or wasn’t infamous, depending on your point of view. He traveled the country playing a guitar with a sticker on it which said “This Machine Kills Fascists.” I never met him, he died when I was only a few months old.
My dad was an advisor in Vietnam when JFK was shot.Crikey. My dad told me about poor people in Glasgow in the 1930s who would attach a rubber hose to a gas light (not while it was lit), bubble it through a bottle of milk, and drink the resulting mixture. Town gas was coal gas then. Drinking it wasn’t a good idea, eh.