In 1967 my family returned from Ecuador where I had worked with the trade unions. I was immediately attracted to the farm workers’ struggle. From our home in Weehawken, NJ we supported the struggle wherever could, e.g. we stopped drinking Gallo Wine. I don’t think I’ve had any since. I was so overjoyed the first time I saw a case of grapes with the union label on the box that I got the empty case from the market. I still have the wooden end piece with the union label. Occasionally I go over to the bookcase where I keep my box and admired it anew.