The 60s passed and faded and I grew older, and in 1987 bought a house in upstate New York, and it turned out that John Brown was buried down the road from my house and that he had lived there longer than anywhere else and his house was still standing.
John Brown was tried for treason, murder, and inciting slaves to insurrection.
Of all the men who were said to be my contemporaries, it seemed to me that John Brown was the only one who had not died.