Yes, we did.

I marched in Oakland. I was still sick but it wouldn’t wait. We were too many for the train station, too many for the route, too many. It was beautiful. There were children and the elderly, there were folks of every color, there was music and singing and zingy signs and pink hats as far as the eye could see.

For the record, no one paid me to do this.

I’ve been talking a lot about current affairs in therapy. I suspect everyone is. My therapist, who protested the Vietnam War in the ’60s, gave...