I always like to arrive at this date, because on April 24, 1971, my friend Beth & I hitchhiked down to D.C. for the last big anti–Vietnam War demonstration. She woke up smiling on the lawn in front of the Lincoln Memorial, the young man who happened to be sleeping next to her fell in love, & thus we fell in with The House, which has been my tribe and lodestone for 46 years now.
I've written about The House so much, today it's just a tip of the protest sign to these men & women I love & always will.
I've written about The House so much, today it's just a tip of the protest sign to these men & women I love & always will.