If you have action flyers, meeting announcements, photographs, diaries, meeting minutes, banners, stickers or whatever, he’d like to talk to you about it. These are the kinds of objects that we rarely think to keep at the time, but which provide texture and depth and personal touches to written histories. I brought my old Portaledge, the one I used in the first tree-sit in 1985 up there a few weeks ago (see post below). As I go through more boxes, I’ll be saving the flyers and things I know I still have stashed away. The timing is perfect for me, since I’m trying to lighten the material load in my life.
Life moves so fast sometimes that keeping perspective beyond the needs of decision-making in the immediate present becomes difficult or requires more energy than I have available. I find it a useful exercise from time to time to stop and reflect on the current moment from an imagined future. What will I think of this moment, looking back on it from that future then? What will be important? Will it even matter at all?
Let me tell a story about a postcard that changed my life. In 1984 I was in Boulder for a land surveying job that never materialized. I met another rock climber and we did a climbing tour around the Southwest in October, traveling in his VW bus named “E.m.m.a.” While I’ve long since forgotten the origin of the acronym, “Emma” was also named in honor of anarchist Emma Goldman. The sides were covered with anarchist and anti-militarist political graffiti, getting frequent and mostly-positive comments from passers-by. We were probably just a bit too out-there for rednecks to even know what to say.
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