(ME IN 1969)

Bernie and I had
been to the theatre earlier in the evening and, after, had gone for
dinner in Chinatown. We decided to walk home (we were young then!) to
31street, on the east side, via the Village. My life had gone, was going
and would go through more changes, in the past and next two years
having joined Weight Watchers, had lost my 100+ pounds, met and moved in
with Bernie and, now, over
the July 4th weekend, I was
going to fly down to Memphis to see if I wanted to move  and be a
partner with Bernie to open a
WW franchise there. It was a little after midnight and we were just
about to leave Greenwich Village and enter the east Vilalge when we heard some noise.
We really didn't give it much thought until the next morning when we got
up and heard about the riots that had taken place. Not only my life but
gay life would start a new journey

In this series of posts you will be shown what happened that
evening and what changes it brought to the world. Hopefully it will
educate the many of you who know nothing of Gay Pride and why we have
parades, among many other things, during the month of June and will
teach the gays of today what was done for them yesterday by a generation
of men and women who are starting to die out.The sign
in the window reads: "We homosexuals plead with our people to please
help
maintain peaceful and quiet conduct on the streets of the Village