November 1972, Allen came with Ed Sanders to Cambridge to raise money for a loose confederation of folk singers. The phone rang on the Saturday night of their performance. I had come in from hawking my photographs in Holyoke Center and was sitting at the kitchen table counting my money. I left everything and met them at Sanders Theater, where they were playing with Danny Kalb. After the show, we went to a party around the corner. Ed found someone who gave him leads/names of obscure cult groups in Arkansas. Ever since he wrote The Family, about Charles Manson, he's been obsessed with the sect phenomenon and has become an authority on it. He had been in a funky mood, but now he was delighted, took out a notebook he was carrying even then and wrote everything down meticulously. I was impressed with how thoroughly he cross-examined his informant; he sounded just like Harvey. I took the picture of him and Allen outside the house, very early the next morning just before I drove them to the airport.
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