- This was the hardest thing I did at the Poetry convention. They had a sheet of paper extending from one side of the room to the other and invited people to participate in, "The World's Longest Poem For Peace." Standing down one end and looking to the other, the old woman in me thought, "Oh my, how quaint! How idyllic! How impossible!" The man in me said, "There was peace in your life only after you faced a car load of boys in a car with a tomahawk in one hand and a Bowie in the other." Until I reached that point, I had to endure a solid year in a half of constant threats from it seemed everybody. The more credible was a sheriff on one end who tried to get my Social Security number so he could put me in the system and shoot me (his wife was helping my step daughter to run away), to drug dealers on the other. The Police said that they couldn't do anything about this and told me not to because it isn't worth the trouble that, "I" would get in. All of the kids were telling me that they could do what they wanted, but I would go to jail if I tried to stop them. I decided that jail wasn't as bad as what I was living and drew the line. You know what? When the word got out that I was crazy and wasn't afraid of jail, people left me alone and I had found peace.
- Most people at the convention signed or initialed their names on that poem, some jotted something down or included a political statement. I actually spent two days thinking of something to say, that wasn't just good wishing. This is the absolute best that I could come up with; acknowledging that it takes ALL sides for world peace, talking peace generally is a delaying tactic for the bad guys to wreak further havoc and a heavy fist [actual in my case of figuratively in the world's] generates true peace with out much talk about it.

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