Many remember, as I do, reading James Ridgeway first in
I.F. Stone's terrific weekly journal, and later in the
Village Voice. I couldn't have lived and worked
any further from any city, but every week I had the
Village Voice and other important above ground
and underground publications delivered through
the US Mail (thank you) from our major
cities in America — Ramparts Magazine yet another,
Liberation, WIN, The Realist, Old Mole, Berkeley Barb,
the East Village Other, the list is mighty. I was a kid with
little money and these papers didn't cost all that much.
The day of the Democratic Convention in Chicago, 1968,
riots in the street, I kept current from small town America by walking
down my neighorhood street and into another street to the town
newstand and buying the New York Times (as I did each day).
All of 9 cents.
The other day, the New York Times told me
James Ridgeway had passed away.
Go look and find what treasury he left us.
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