I Have One Vivid Memory Of One

Organizer Is Kind Of A Grand Term For What I Was Doing.

I Had Wanted To Write Ghost Country For A Long Time, But It Wouldn't Work.

The Day Of The March, We Were Forbidden To Go To The March Site. The Man I Worked For, The Presbyterian Minister, Knew We Would Want To Be Sort Of Martyrs For The Cause And Risk Arrest. He Didn't Want Any Of That Going On. So He Made Us Stay In The Neighborhood.

White-collar Crime Gets More Outrageous By The Second In America.

It's Hard For Me To Believe That Just My Words On The Page Are Enough. I Ought To Be Out Physically Keeping Abortion Safe And Legal, Restoring The Fourth Amendment, Getting Clean Water Back Into Kentucky Since The Bush Administration Has Allowed Strip Miners To Fill It All Up With Slag. The List Is Endless. Bring It Down. Make It Small. Make It One Thing That You Can Do. It's Very Hard For Me To Remember That.