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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