ABSTRACT
Some walked with a spring in their step, others crept by on canes. The audience cheered and wept as the procession of 150 white-clad women filed up cliff steps from a sunny La Jolla beach. Two weeks later, in the South Bronx, as pouring rain drenched the dismantled cars outside, another audience cheered and wept as ten women sang, danced, and flaunted their years on a stage.
