Ban Television not Guns

On the peaceful drive home from Santa Fe, going the back way up through the San Luis Valley to Colorado Springs, I caught an AM radio program that was wafting in and out from some town in the southwestern United States. The sun was setting. I was alone on the highway. And the saged prairies dotted with dark juniper cedar trees were rolling by in front of high mountains covered in pine. Anyone who's made that trip will understand the awesome solemnity which accompanies that beautiful scenery. The scratchy radio was a live presentation from some college alumni gathering of heavy-brained academicians who met every Sunday evening somewhere on the West Coast. I didn't catch any of those particulars. Nevertheless the speaker was a brilliant old man - whose name, sadly, I will never know. This was years back when speakers at college campuses had no fear of bratty protesters who refused to behave themselves. And there was certainly not the slightest possibility of any physical uprisings from anyone who might have disagreed with the speaker's point of view or his candor in expressing it.

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