

Yes, McNamee was back after 25 years. I picked him up in Garrison, NY, where he was a Fellow at the Hastings Center for bioethics. He wandered around - found his first cabin (see above) - and had breakfast and a good walk-around with Glenn Horton (who lives nearby and came to see Mac).
I drove Mike back to Manhattan, where he was to stay with Kim Diamond overnight and would meet Stu Kaufer for lunch the next day, before returning to Wales. Just as we arrived, I put on an mp3 version of an old recording of Mike and me singing harmonies to Dylan's "I Shall Be Released," at a 1985 closing campfire, with Ken Abbott singing a third part and strumming a blowsy-sad electric guitar. There was a bit of nostalgia reverberating around my Toyota as we crossed the Hudson over the GW.