Meeting Pete Seeger

Yesterday morning I woke up at 6 AM to see a friend’s text informing me of Pete Seeger’s death. At his age, and after losing his lifelong partner last year, I suppose it isn’t really unexpected, but I found myself unable to get back to sleep. Years ago, I spent a train ride with Pete Seeger that had a pretty resonant effect on my resulting life and outlook. I started writing the story down and then drawing it. Now it’s a day later and I still haven’t slept, but here’s the story.