I really wish folks who think I may know of something from personal experience would check my Saying No To Power before asking me to respond personally. But as a direct answer to that then-child's oral history reminiscence, here's what happened. We were on Sunrise Highway on the way to the cemetery where the Rosenbergs had just been interred, when State Troopers blocked it so no more mourners would be admitted. I told the driver of the car I was in to stop dead on the highway. I signalled the cars in our caravan to pull alongside and block all lanes. I then hopped out, walked to the cars of Sunday beach-goers that had had to stop behind us, told them that we didn't want to spoil their day off but we wished merely to pay our respects to people we thought had been unjustly executed. The jam behind us apparently totalled to what was estimated, presumably from planes or choppers, as seven thousand cars, for that was the number the next day's New York Herald Tribune (country's leading Republican paper then) said was the number in the mourning parade! The cops let us proceed, but directed us to a rear entrance to the cemetery. My car was in the lead. The rear entrance was locked. I told the driver to push gently until the lock broke. He did, and we were able to pay our respects. Bill Mandel
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