When I was a young revolutionary looking for a revolution I pondered anarchy. Some intelligent people like my philosophy professor at Wayne State bandied the word about with affection. But I could never see the attraction. Anarchy meant chaos and by then I’d spent 369 days in Viet Nam. When I came home on leave the ’67 riot broke out in Detroit. I’d liv…
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