They filled twenty minutes with conversation about the night's activities-the curfew, the minor rebellion, the sudden, chilling arrival of the pigs-and the year's activities-strikes, New Haven, Kent State, Jackson, New Bedford, Lawrence, Michigan City, Cambridge...

As the student pivoted to leave, his new acquaintance remarked "See you at the barricades!"

"At the barricades?"

"Yeah, man... when the revolution comes."

"The way I'm feelin' right now, I'll be there." He flashed a "V" as he walked on.

In return, his former conversant and would-be educator shouted "Hey man, its not this" and he raised a "V." "It's this." Quickly, he uplifted a fist into the biting, post-curfew night air. The student looked for a second, returned the upheld fist gesture, inhaled deeply, and sprinted across Mass. Ave. disappearing into the gog.