I’ve never thought there was anything particularly distinctive about having spent time in Zuccotti Park during the original Occupy Wall Street encampment: there must have been 100,000 or more who did, many (and maybe this is you!) for much longer and with much greater depth of involvement than my partner and I got to. But the further downstream we get, as those who weren’t there begin to speak of it as a historical event, I’ve started to realize how amazing it is that I can speak to it directly.