tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194194337919842110.post1794274527411659555..comments2009-12-28T00:54:49.491-08:00Comments on Kampala Road: Exhibit ALKThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05791517233920008067noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194194337919842110.post-86749643341618264602008-04-09T12:32:00.000-07:002008-04-09T12:32:00.000-07:00This is a very sweet story. My friend Arthur today...This is a very sweet story. My friend Arthur today told me a story rather like it (about going to Detroit in the late 60's and giving a speech about the Free Speech and anti-Vietnam War movements to a conservative Jewish fraternal organization. His speech was followed up by a long statement given by the leader of the organization--all in Yiddish, which Arthur doesn't fluently speak. He heard his name mentioned a number of times during this very vehement speech, and wondered if he was being denounced, and whether he would make it out of the building safely! Finally, he turned to someone else and asked what had just been said [because his name was mentioned again], and the man replied "and the future belongs to young people like Arthur!"), so I shared your story with him, and he enjoyed it, also.qoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06687807550095367481noreply@blogger.com