Sometimes, Walking With A Friend, I Forget

I Loved The Comradeship Of The Sixties And The Seventies, And I Still Maintain Friendships With The People I Worked With Then - The Ones That Are Still Alive. That's One Of The Great Gifts Of Our Political Movements, Great Friendships . . . And Also A Few Enmities.

My Mother Went To Demonstrations. I Remember Her Going To A Big Demonstration For Earl Brower And She Came Home Crying And Said The Communists Were Very Mean And Booed Their People. I Remember Feeling Sad At Her Feeling Sad.

Old Age Is Not A Good Thing. It Can Be Really Hard, And Those Of Us Who Have It A Little Easier Should Keep In Mind That There Are Hundreds Of Thousands Of People Who Are Not As Well Off.

Let Us Go Forth With Fear And Courage And Rage To Save The World.

It's A Terrible Thing To Die Young. Still, It Saves A Lot Of Time.