People's Park in Berkeley. It was a demonstration, and I went with some friends amongst whom was a young lass who had stolen my heart. She later decided I wasn't for her, but that's a tale of woe for another time. Anyway, it was a very hot day, and the National Guard had set up its 'concertina wire', half tracks, assorted snipers and troop emplacements. Some kind people had erected speakers on the roof of their apartment building--we're talkin' BIG speakers with sound that could be heard for blocks. As we were in front of the building, someone playing records on the sound system put on--at max volune--Ringo Starr's "Why Don't We du-do it in the Road". A crowd of at least 10,000 people broke into the loudest cheer I have ever heard. Thanks, Ringo. And if the purveyor of said music should read this, thank you, too. You took the 'heat' out of a volatile situation. (And the first person to mention "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" will hit my permanent S-list.)