I Remember Being In The Public Library

The Reality Of Any Place Is What Its People Remember Of It.

What I Learned On The Road. Above All Else - To Love My Native Land.

I Think I'd Have Done Better If I Had Been A Little More Relaxed-if I Had Not Pressed Quite So Hard, If I'd Not Lost Quite So Much Sleep.

What Is It That Binds Us To This Place As To No Other? It Is Not The Well, Or The Bell, Or The Stone Walls, Or The Crisp October Nights Or The Memory Of Dogwoods Blooming. Our Loyalty Is Not Only To William Richardson Davie Though We Are Proud Of What He Did 200 Years Ago Today. Nor Even To Dean Smith, Though We Are Proud Of What He Did Last March. No, Our Love For This Place Is Based On The Fact That It Is As It Was Meant To Be, The University Of The People.

I Gained A Great Appreciation For What I Would Call The Collective Achievement Of The Country. I Began Thinking Of America As A Much More Just And Humane Place Than I Would Have Thought If I'd Been Covering The Civil Rights Struggle.