on the nasty notes!
There was a cafeteria downstairs and when Jesse was in Selma for the march, they posted every few hours where everyone was and how they were doing.
We had a floor party once and I remember a long conversation with Jesse that really set me back on my heels. I was a strong believer in letting everyone do their own thing but he told me that our society was rich enough that anyone who wanted not to work should be able to make that choice and have the government pay their way. Never before had it occurred to me that someone else’s thing might be at my expense. Clearly, we disagreed fundamentally. But he always nodded to me in restaurants in later years.