Thank you for singing at my Jewish summer camp in the Catskill Mountains in 1962, introducing us all to "Wimoweh" and telling us that the lion may be sleeping but he's waking up, and you were right. And giving us all the gift of "We Shall Overcome" and how I felt when I linked arms with others in solidarity. Thank you for inspiring "Songs of Freedom and Struggle." Thank you for endorsing Henry Wallace in 1948, thank you not naming names during the blacklist, thank you for restoring hope whenever I listened to your music, that rainbows were possible after the rain, and in unity there is strength. Thank you for Lorre Wyatt and the Clearwater and the Sloopsingers, all the strawberry festivals and pumpkin festivals and singing and dancing as the October sun set over the Hudson. I love you, Pete.