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I think I was sitting next to you at that party where you sat next to those SDS "terrorists."
Do you remember that Black Panther, the one who came in late with his buddy and asked for a beer and then passed the hat? He needed money to get back home to the south side.
You gave him a dollar, I was short of cash and just smiled.
It was quite a party.
I'm sorry to hear about the bad press you're getting. You always seemed like a nice guy, maybe too passionate. But a lot of us were.