This adventure started out with a peace march. The Global Walk for a Liveable World had already crossed America once - LA to New York in ’89 - while I was drifting through Santa Cruz, not quite sure where the thing would begin or end. I drove across the States instead of walking it, then flew back across the Atlantic. Found out about the second stage in the usual sideways way, a line at the bottom of one of my mum’s Ribbon leaflets.

In March ’91 I rang the organisers in the States to […]

This adventure started out with a peace march. The Global Walk for a Liveable World had already crossed America once - LA to New York in ’89 - while I was drifting through Santa Cruz, not quite sure where the thing would begin or end. I drove across the States instead of walking it, then flew back across the Atlantic. Found out about the second stage in the usual sideways way, a line at the bottom of one of my mum’s Ribbon leaflets.

In March ’91 I rang the organisers in the States to […]