In 1996 there was a Democratic National Convention in Chicago which I attended as I would be working one of the booths there. During that time I was a wayfaring traveller without a lot of money and as such I hadn't called ahead and arranged for a place to stay. I figured worst case scenario I could sleep in the vehicle that belonged to the folks I had traveled there with, they had already given me permission in exchange for help at their booth. Personally, I'm not that into politricks. On the first day of my arrival I was helping at one of the homes that had become a makeshift headquarters of the movement. The house was in a neighborhood of Chicago that had at one time been thriving and well-to-do but now was filled with dilapidated old Victorian style mansions that rented fairly cheaply since most needed serious work on things like plumbing and such. Suffice to say, the house was old and creaky and beautiful and a little spooky. Since many of the people there were easily described as Hippies or something like it and most were familiar with the concept of the "Rainbow Family" the mansion had become known as "Rainbow Mansion."
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Highway Hanna
“I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.” Archives
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