the year martin luther king was shot, i was eleven, wished i was going to woodstock, i was in 6th grade being taught by mr. laskowich, who i was certain knew absolutely everything, i went to washington dc with my dad when he testified before a senate panel, i met and shook hands with walter mondale, and i wore red white and blue bellbottoms with USA emblazoned all over them. in the spirit of the times, i had my mom make them with the USA upside down.
