Harlan came to Billings, MT, in 1974 (i think it was). he spoke in the evening at my dad's college (then: Eastern MT; now: MSU-Billings; ugh). but someone at the high school found out he was in town & got him to an assembly. i remember kids getting up to leave as he repeatedly used the word "shit".
that night, at EMC, someone shot at him with a rifle (probably a .22). Harlan, being Harlan, didn't even flinch. he stood his ground and hollered for the coward to come up on stage & face him like a man. the coward, of course, did not. years later i got him to tell the story at a book signing at Powell's. he relished it.
i think it will take something like a meteor from outer space to take our Harlan. god sure won't be able to.