I tried to support the boycotts that the Caesar Chavez called for. My children, as children do, tended to whine about not having grapes to eat. I explained that as long as the children of farmworkers didn’t have all they needed, we wouldn’t have grapes. They didn’t complain about the lettuce. However, it was something I really missed. I admired Chavez along with El Teatro Campasino. One day, I was driving home and saw him walking down Pacific Coast Highway near my home with a few of his followers. It was a thrill for me. It made him real and not just a photograph in the newspaper.