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October 20, 2004:

Middle 1980s, Milt & Edith's condominium, Solana Beach & Tennis Club.

Milt greets us at the door: warm as always. Delight shines from his broad face: that younger socialists exist, that he's priviledged to be in contact with them. There's a passion for life behind his sparkling eyes which age can't defeat.

Edith in the kitchen, frail, stooped, white-haired. She's watching a report on Nicaragua on the evening news. The reporter has a pro-Contra bias which distorts his presentation. "The scoundrel! The scoundrel!" Sparks with indignation, shaking her weak bony fist at the screen.

The baton is passed to a new generation. Middle 1980s, Milt & Edith's condominium, Solana Beach & Tennis Club.

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