Hillary Clinton sings and dances on the picnic table in my paternal grandfather's back yard.
The backyard is as lush with trees, grass, bushes and flowers -- and the huge garden as it ever was when my grandparents were alive.
We discuss the idea of forming a feminist political organization. "We can employ some of the principles that Che Guevarra used," Hillary says. Then she politely attempts to find out whether or not I know who Che Guevarra is, without actually asking me if I do, in case I do know who Che Guevarra is.
I tell her that I don't know much about forming political organizations, but I've been part of many groups and organizations and they all have politics of some kind.
I worry, though, that all of the women she suggests be a part of this organizations don't have the resources she does. "Clothes, and drycleaning, shoes and so on, are expensive."
Hillary says, "I'll get a government subsidy for our drycleaning!"
Then my husband insisted I get up so we can get going with the day: Raffetto's (founded 1905), Chinatown, Gourmet Garage, Morton Williams supermarket.