vaclav and my neighbors kids!

Yesterday I saw my friend Joan Baez on television; she was marvelous and I remembered the ampitheater at Stanford university where I gave a big speech and she sang and then I carried her guitar off the stage just as I had done in the communist era when I was at her concert in Bratislava. The state police had tried to prevent me from taking part, and I escaped their clutches by carrying joan’s guitar for her: they were reluctant to arrest me in her presence because they were afraid that she would speak about it at the concert. Even so, she dedicated a song to me and charter 77 and they punished her by cutting off the power. A funereal silence fell over the stadium, and then she sang without a microphone. She was clearly audible. It was very moving and, naturally, it was a far more momentous event than it woul have been if they’d left her microphone left on.


Photos--my neighbors kids, getting crazy for the camera!