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My pal from the USA state shaped like the palm of a right-hand mitten sent me some stuff about John Sinclair, who is something of a legend thereabouts for his many public achievements in Attempted Freedom in the late 1960s, and his efforts to Create Utopia Locally, also a lot of hot music (the MC5). My pal met Sinclair once.
How famous was John Sinclair? Well, John Lennon and Yoko Ono came to Ann Arbor to sing a song Lennon wrote demanding Sinclair's release from prison.
Here is a redacted transcript of my reply.
Redact. Redact. I love redacting stuff.
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Getting sentenced to ten years for  giving (not even selling) two joints to a narc, well I am guessing this would  make a feller a little edgy and paranoid about smiling strangers.
 I really have always admired the  guy. Well -- it was the times. King John and the Sheriff of Nottingham had us  all by the shorthairs, and Sinclair decided he'd be Robin Hood and gathered a  merry band of White Panthers around him to thwart the evil schemes of the  capitalist warmonger oppressors.
 I've never been seduced by a single  pitch from a conservative, but there really must be something wrong with my  head, all my life -- documented at least to age 14 (when I transferred on the  bus three times to go visit the commune of the Young Peoples Socialist League)  -- I have been a total sucker for the pamphlets and Siren Songs of the Utopian  Left. They promise me Justice, Brotherhood, Peace, and a gazillion times better  music between speeches. I mean, it's just not much of a choice between a day  with Rage Against the Machine, or a day listening to Kate Smith. Or MC5 vs.  Perry Como.
 And I like their art, with the sweat  and bulging muscles of honest industrial workers of both genders and all races  welding a Better Future for All. The last vestiges of New Deal post office art  and Soviet propaganda art.
 Here Comes The Sun
George  Harrison
 Complimentary "Here Comes The Sun"  ringtone
 Here comes the sun (du dn du  du)
Here comes the sun
And I say
Its alright
 Little darling
Its been a long cold  lonely winter
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been  here
 Here comes the sun
Here comes the  sun
And I say
Its alright
 Little darling
The smiles returning  to the faces
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been  here
 Here comes the sun (du dn du  du)
Here comes the sun
And I say
Its alright
 Sun, sun, sun, here it comes (four  times)
 Little darling
I see the ice is  slowly melting
Little darling
It seems like years since it's been  clear
 Here comes the sun (du dn du  du)
Here comes the sun
Its alright
 Here comes the sun (du du du  du)
Here comes the sun
Its alright
Its alright
 U.S. Naval Observatory
Astronomical Applications  Department
 Sun and Moon Data for One Day
 The following information is provided for  Amherst, Hampshire County, Massachusetts  (longitude W72.5, latitude N42.4):
         Friday
20 June 2008           Eastern Daylight Time          
                          SUN
Begin civil  twilight       4:38 a.m.     
Sunrise                     5:13 a.m.     
Sun transit               12:52  p.m.     
Sunset                     8:30  p.m.     
End civil twilight         9:05 p.m.      
 In a couple of hours I'm giving  myself a little treat, gonna drive to U-Mass and check out the scene at their  retro neolithic astronomical stone circle, the Sunwheel
 for Summer Solstice Sunrise.  Over the years the Solstice Sunrise has become a draw for the neighborhood's  neo-Druids, Wiccans, etc., but the High Priestess of the whole shindig is a  woman professor of astronomy who designed the Sunwheel and saw to its  construction. My guess is there should be about 100-200 people (some in Druid  regalia) welcoming the Sun at the start of the longest day of the  year.
 Buzz is that the same hawk or eagle  or falcon or giant black raven perches on the same big stone at every Solstice  Sunrise. I'll let you know, maybe even bring back photos. Jeez I hope they don't  do a human sacrifice, but I'm pretty sure I'm too old and scrawny to be selected  as the victim.
 They'll also have a later shindig  for Solstice Sunset, but that's just for wussies who can't hack waking up for  the dawn. (Neither can I, this is how I've always seen the dawn, staying up all  night.)
 ... I'm having a big jones to want to  travel. I may ride the feeling out until it passes ... Or I may pack the backpack and run off to some screwy place.  Tonight my thoughts are full of Fort Walsh, Saskatchewan. (But VIA has  discontinued the southern train line that passed near there, I'd have to do the  last day on a bus.)
 Oh, okay, after they wiped out  Custer, Sitting Bull and his tribe figured they might be in a little trouble  with the federal authorities, and skeedaddled north over the border to  Saskatchewan. The Canadians and British really wanted to send them back to the  US, but Sitting Bull showed the Mounties the medal his grandfather got from King  George for fighting on the Brit side in the War of 1812. 
 Canada gave them sanctuary and some  extra vittles for about five years, and never forced them back, they went back  and surrendered on their own.
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