Regarding my memoir piece about the “revolution” at Columbia University in 1968 (see Sept 2 blog): It’s been great to hear from old friends who also lived through those tumultuous years.  And thanks to “Bush” (pretty neat that we are still in touch!) for correcting and adding to my memory of that night at Columbia.  He remembered that “Knox” actually did show up just as we were being hauled into the paddy wagons, and insisted on being arrested with us – to be with me.  This brings tears to my eyes and reminds me that those relationships of youth were actually more complex than the way my memory edits and simplifies.