Police bust up McCarthy headquarters and Walter has an epiphany

I remember feeling a great sense of relief and triumph, almost giddiness, as the two of us drove the VW back to the Hilton in the afternoon sun. It felt like we'd done something of almost cosmic significance. We parked in the garage and took the elevator back to the McCarthy suite, anticipating how we would be praised for our good work.  

Walter's eyes are opened by Mary Travers

Not to compare to smoking pot with Phil Ochs, but here is one more related musical moment. 

Right before the convention, I managed to get backstage at a Peter, Paul and Mary concert at a prestigious music space in the Loop, and I witnessed Mary Travers angrily cursing somebody out, I can’t remember who. As in “You fucking idiot….," which was definitely very different from her image.

I can still remember the three of them on stage earnestly performing their song written especially for the McCarthy campaign, which included the lines: