1979 I may be unusually clever. One person will not get far. In the fervor that sweeps the crowd, I’m isolated once again. I don’t know what’s really going on. I could believe the first person offering an answer, and be one more zealot led by the nose to his own unremarkable demolition. A sucker of history. I’m a little tired, and a little too paranoid. If I discover the truth, the “white hats” may feel it’s not the time. The order to eliminate me could well be issued by one of my all-time heroes.