Wow, I haven’t heard that in a long time.
Three great memories from November 15, 1969.
1) Riding all night on a bus, dropped off in front of the Capitol at 5:30 AM. 9 degrees. Fires in 55 gallon drums to get warm. Standing next to Benjamin Spock (yes, him). He was beaming: “These are my children!”
2) Walking into and through the open Capitol. Our House. No bollards, no fences, no police. Knocking on Mike Mansfield’s door and being invited in.
3) All the braless girls with wet rags wiping tear gas out of eyes in West Potomac Park.