Maybe Tomorrow

My plan was to expound on Taos Bubbe's plan of action.  We were college roommates on the edges of the effort to stop the draft and the war and we ended up closing Cornell two Springs in a row and thwarting LBJ's run for reelection.   

As she said,  we were loud, we were disruptive,  and we were colorful. We were young,  as were most of our compatriots across the country,  and we stuck together, making noise,  until we could no longer be ignored. 

There's a lot more to say on the matter,  but I'm her lagged and altitude readjusting and my heart's just not in it. 

Maybe tomorrow.