Hello, sixtieschick.

Yo, little sister on the People's Park demonstration. I recall that it was a very hot day in Berkeley and there was lotsa concertina (barbed) wire spread out. At one point in the march, there was a three-story building on top of which some people had placed gigantic speakers. We felt hot, weak from having little water and down because we knew we'd have no influence over the final disposition of the Park--really just a square block that had been turned into gardens for vegetables and flowers. The owners were going to take it back and turn it into a parking lot for students. Anyway, from the speakers there blared a song by Ringo Starr: "Why don't we duh-do it in the Road." I remember the cheer that went up from the crowd as everyone's spirits picked up and we continued the march in a more positive and determined frame of mind. It was a large crowd that day, and the odds of you having been there at that particular moment are in the neighbourhood of 25 to 1.

I had gone to the march that day with two friends: one from Livermore and the other from Turlock. The gal who was with us was simply wonderful. I recall having a crush on her that was all outta proportion to any encouragement she'd ever given me. However, she was marching with a bouquet of daisies in her hand and we saw a police officer who had a riot gun (shotgun) resting on his hip. She went over to him and smiled. I had gone with her just to keep her outta trouble. Anyway, she handed me the bouguet and took a daisy from it. Standing in front of this really massive-looking cop who was in no mood for anything (he was as hot as the rest of us) she began to pluck petals from the daisy saying, "He loves me, he loves me not, he lo . . . ." She got to the last petal and said, "He LOVES me." I don't remember whether or not she kissed his cheek, but I do remember that she tool the petal-less stem of the daisy and dropped it down the barrel of the shotgun. He gave us a look that translated to something like, "I got one nerve left and you are pressing it." We left.

Anyway, welcome to the 'cat, sc. I look forward to seeing you around.

Bruce

PS GG--I missed your birthday. I hope it was a happy one.

BM