About three decades ago, moi saw an ad, in The Oregonian, for a gig with Green Peace.
I use to believe Earth DNA could, potentially, create a civilization;
BOY, WAS I WRONG!The job description: To go stand on railroad tracks as the train with some nuclear crap approaches, get arrested, get thrown in jail.
Perks: Minimum wage, free duct tape bandage, several choice pieces of (extremely) ABC(ed) Gum, get to hear the GP leaders sing "Turn, Turn, Turn" from back of paddy-wagon.
Stay on groovin' safari,

Tor Hershman
