Our Spring Break Will End the War!

I was sitting in a small café this summer in the tiny corn-town of Ashland, Nebraska. I had walked there from San Francisco on a student-organized March for Peace that was D.C.-bound. A native of New York, nothing, naturally, was familiar to me about this Nebraska town, nestled in between seemingly never-ending rows of corn. But one thing struck me as familiar when I first walked into the café.