Deja Vu with Quixotic Delusions of Grandeur

"On a balmy October afternoon in 1971 I found myself on my back on a street in South San Francisco, my left shoulder blade pinned to the curb. I had tripped....(and) there was a lanky young man with an unsettling ferocity in his eyes standing over me, pointing a handgun at my face..."

Though this typical public-schooled suburban American kid becomes a doctor with the Cesar Chavez-led United Farm Workers movement, the opening lines of Marc Sapir's memoir reveal a life of disorderly chaos. F...