17, 1972.Įxcept for the fact that my wife Shoshana had needed smelling salts at the very last minute, every thing had gone smoothly, all things considered. I found myself in the tiny lockup of the Federal District Court at Lewisburg, Pa. The 10‐year ordeal of courtroom histrionics, legalistic double‐talk and dashed hopes had ended at last. The door to the cell slammed shut and there I was behind bars.
