Where’s the peanut butter?!

I’m in line to get Noam Chomsky tickets and pretty surprised by the turnout. I got to the UW bookstore at a litle after 8:30 not realizing that the tickets won’t be available until 9 but happy I got here when I did since it’s now winding around two corners as far as I can see (I’m also hoping to get Sister Helen Prejean tickets - she will be here the night before Chomsky). I can’t quite tell what the draw to Chomsky is but I saw him eleven years ago in Massachusetts and the turnout was simlar. Surely it’s somewhat a sign of the times, but there are also signature gatherers working the line to drum up support for Leonard Peltier, just like 11 years ago. Something about the draw is perennial, which is both inspiring and depressing.

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