Hello Mudda, Hello Fudda... The Skirball presents songwriter Allen Sherman in two days... and for some reason right now I want to eat a massive amount of jelly beans!
Seems I head out for an afternoon to Skirball almost as often as I head out for the Getty for an afternoon. Seriously though, a couple months ago I went to an exhibit there, the title of which I'm ashamed to not remember, and they had copies of books that had been banned including Little House on the Prarie, as well as a row of T-shirts hanging on wire hangers.
Each T-Shirt had gotten a kid who wore it to school thrown out of school, or at least sent home to change.
It really got me thinking about the Ist Amendment and Free Speech and whatever it was that our Founding Fathers intended. (At the same time there was a Founding Fathers exhibit with original documents, some which had never been let out of the National Archives.)
I once, as a teenage, got thrown out of a candy store because I was wearing a T shirt that was for a Democratic candidate. The owners were Republicans. Not only did they refuse me a sale, but they wanted to know WHO MY PARENTS WERE!
What a load of shit!
Dates me, doesn't it!
