channel iron on the
Kalakala all morning with
Bill, we went to
Voula's for lunch.
When it came time to pay, Bill loooked
into his wallet and found less there than he expected. "Where does the money
go?" he asked.
Maybe it's because I've been reading
Zinn and volunteering for Ralph
Nader, but the answer came without even thinking: "Straight to
We walked back to the boat in the
got on with the job. It's
a seemingly hopeless task, but
that's the appeal.