Thanks to Jack Hoffman, for repeatedly leading me to water on the very many dry, hot days during the five years of our collaboration; and to my partner, John Oakes (who tells me I don’t express gratitude often enough), for being another self—true to the spirit of our ongoing endeavor. Thanks to John Schultz, for his knowledge and insight into what really happened in Chicago; to Joan Hoffman, for her hospitality, kindness, and suspension of disbelief; to Ralph Meronit, for sharing with me part of his COINTELPRO library; to Al Zuckerman, for directing me to S. N. Behrman; to Steve Jesse Rose, for his postcards; to Neil Ortenberg, for lending me his copy of Abbie’s autobiography—which is now mine; and to Bill Hurst, for sending me the Krassner book, which I will return. Thanks to Nancy Love, who led us to Jeremy, and to Jeremy Tarcher, our editor and publisher—patient before all else—and to his outstanding associates, especially Robin Cantor-Cooke, Lisa Chadwick, Dan Malvin, and Robert Welsch. Thanks to John Hayes, David Lida, Gene Fellner, and to my brothers Mark, Adam, and Jason Simon, for odd words of encouragement and unwavering support. Special thanks to Johanna Lawrenson, Christine Kelly, Mort Leavy, Martin Garbus, Murray Kempton, Barbara Walters, Allen Ginsberg, and Bob Rosenthal. To Roz and Howard Zinn, thanks for always saying the right thing at the right time. Thanks to my parents, Jo and Morris Simon, who never claim to know the future and thus continue to welcome surprises of all kinds; to my grandmother, Esther Rubin, who has the best sense of humor of anyone I know; and to my wife, Adriana, for our love that has blossomed during the writing of this book.