It was summer almost half a century ago when I got into that Volkswagen van and began my trip across country with Peter, a photographer friend. I was officially doing so as a reporter for a small San Francisco news service, having been sent out to tap the mood of the nation in a politically fraught moment.
In 1971 I’m
thirteen years old
watching a big
Vietnam war protest
He was ill-favored and uncraved and yet had we known
his secret life we would have perceived his lyingas a form of gentleness…
Michael Pence reminds me of the character Andy Dufresne in Shawshank Redemption, who swims through a river of shit and comes out the end of the pipe, squeaky clean. Except … Continue reading →