Here’s another episode in my memoirs of being an activist. You can read it at substack, or here!:
Between school and college I decided to take a ‘year off’ (what they now call a ‘gap year’). I didn’t have much of a plan, except that I wanted to travel, but not really to earn money (a difficult combination to pull off, frankly, and not one I would recommend). My dad had a brilliant idea, resisting which is something about which I have lifelong regrets, which was to go and live with Harry Ree for a few weeks/months and be his factotum. [1]
But, I did go and work for CND helping prepare for the big October 24th demonstration in 1981. I had two duties that autumn.