Good goddess, when did America lose all its sense of fun? I recall in the 70s, in St Paul, attending the first St Paul appearance of The Tubes. City council wanted it shut down, because of nekkid ladies . .. so the Tubettes put on a fake protest, dressed up like psycho suburban fraus, with signs, "No Titties in the Twin Cities" . .. . the mayor said let the show go on, and he would personally attend. Well, of all things, he sat directly behind me and my sister. When the lights went down and the ganga was lit, my sis and I discussed whether we should pass our pipe of fine Afghan hash to the mayor, just to be neighborly . .. but we didn't want to embarrass him. No one cared. When I moved to SF not much longer, I actually felt freer to light up then than now. Even medical pot patients aren't allowed to smoke even in their homes. When SF decided to dump the freedom for corporate sponsorship and family friendly drek, the City lost its soul.