Chasing a fly ball during the San Francisco rooftop-performed Synchromatic Baseball, Howard Fried, organizer, coach, and catcher, fell through a skylight. Called an intermission; went to the hospital for stiches; returned to complete the game. This would not in all situations be unexpected, Caydance realized on this Saturday morning (while Stanford was practicing on an unfamiliar field in Oregon). But in Synchromatic Baseball, in addition to rooftop danger, there was also an element of the role of the audience in acceding to performer control.

Would she have followed Fried for six hours on foot as night deepened in Oakland? Probably yes, if she rose to the implied metaphor of Biblical journey -- fleeing storm or slavery. Probably, yes, if she considered that the Sanctuary City of Berkeley was nevertheless a part of the larger community of the East Bay. In the early 1970's would she have followed Fried as night fell through Oakland ? she asked herself again. Probably, yes, in the name of peace, if then she knew the meaning of the Ashkenazic Jewish name Fried.

But would she have anticipated the slow dropping out of followers as night fell and the leader was silent -- any more than she had anticipated where the BOWAK might lead?