A-L: Let's do something totally absurd this evening.
PWR: I know, let's go listen to Wavy Gravy speak at the Beat Museum.
A-L: Who's he?
PWR: Come on. Everyone knows who Wavy Gravy is.
A-L: Did you?
PWR: Yes. After I followed the link above to Wikipedia.
A-L: Ok, so he's a hippie activist, and was the official clown of The Grateful Dead.
PWR: That's a bit indulgent. Did they *really* need an official clown? Anywho, let's go. It seems like an appropriately San Francisco thing to do.
A-L: Will I be allowed in?
PWR: Why wouldn't you? Because of your shrill laugh?
A-L: No, because my parents voted for Reagan. And Nixon.
PWR: Uh, I don't think anyone will find out, unless you're wearing your "My parents are the only two people in America who don't love the Kennedys" t-shirt?
A-L: That's in the laundry. So is my "Iran Contra, Iran Shmontra" sweatshirt.
PWR: You're safe then. Just don't laugh. Too loudly.