From "The Memoirs
Volume One" -
Now our group has always been about the most UN-patriotic group of
hippies and anarchists you can imagine, but right about then the
nation's "bicentenial anniversary" was approaching and everybody was
making a big deal of it and the forth happened to fall on a Sunday
night, our regular night at the Intersection Theater. So we said,
oh, hell, let's do something.
So we painted a bunch of cardboard and a rainbow that said "Meet me at
the Soda Fountain" and dressed up in silly costumes. I don't
remember what we sang, maybe "God Bless America," but our usual audience
hooted and whistled and we had a good time.
Yes, that's Dale Meador back there, dressed as a cowboy.
Priscilla and I got to hold up the date.
And it was the first of many times Bermuda would get to play Miss
Liberty, this time topless. I think she was holding a sparkler.
We got a little bit of press, mainly from some alternative rags always
looking to print women's tits.
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Bermuda and I went out
afterwards to Telegraph Hill to watch the fireworks, dimly seen through
the fog. We ran into five horney sailors. I tried to make
them, of course, but had no luck. I then told Bermuda she should
do it. She said "What am I supposed to do? One in each ear?"
I said, "YES!"
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...NEXT: THE OLD SHOWBOAT