When we heard that Laura and the Vipers would be getting the band back together, members of Reed's class of ’68 knew that our 30-year reunion promised to be a gathering of the hip, the hangers on, and the still-puzzled who used to mill around the grease-stained coffee shop during what are rumored to have been Reed's most notoriously unsettled years.
At the reunion, when earnest student volunteers tried to round us up for our class photograph, they found it was like herding cats. Just when they thought they had us organized, our instincts took over. We began to chant, "Hell no! We won't go!" and "What do we want? Peace! When do we want it? Now!"