(GK: Garrison Keillor; SS: Sue Scott; TR: Tim Russell; TK: Tom Keith)
Come gather round people all over this land.
Although turning sixty is not what you planned,
Let's raise our voices and let's take a stand.
For we are the peace generation.
But first buy some pants with an elastic waistband
For the times they are a'changing.
SS: Okay, so, are you ready to go?
GK: Sure. What time does the rally start?
SS: It starts at two-thirty.
GK: Oh. Is there a march?
SS: Of course.
GK: How far?
SS: Four or five blocks.
GK: Nice sign. "Say No To War." Did you paint that?
SS: Thanks. What are you bringing your transistor radio for?
GK: What do you mean? The ballgame's on. I heard all the speeches. I heard them thirty years ago.
GK: What color is that, the "Say No to War" sign.
GK: Oh. Mauve. I see. Or Mauve.
SS: Well you say "mauve" and I say "mauve."
GK: We going to take lawn chairs?
SS: I don't know. You want to?
SS: It won't last long. We have to be home by five. Acadia and Charlie are coming for dinner.
GK: I think I'll bring a lawn chair. I'll leave it in the trunk and we can march and then I'll get it out for the rally.
SS: You're not going to bring your laptop, are you?
GK: Why not?
SS: It's a rally against a pre-emptive strike against Iraq.
GK: I've got work to do. What's wrong with getting some work done? And how about we bring a few sandwiches?
SS: It's a protest. It isn't a picnic.
GK: It's not a hunger strike. How about smoked salmon on a Kaiser?
SS: Don't we have cheese?
GK: You want Gruyere or Emmentaler or Jarlsberg?
SS: A Jarlsberg with light mayo and mustard.
GK: Dijon or stoneground?
GK: You want prosciutto with that?
SS: Do we have some of that hard salami?
GK: The Italian? Sure, of course we do.
SS: Where is the car charger for the cellphone?
GK: Don't forget to pack the sun block. And the Metamucil.
Oh the woods they are lovely and the woods they are deep
But we have a promise, a promise to keep.
And we'll feel much better with a little more sleep,
And maybe we'll change medication.
And please leave a message at the sound of the beep
For the times they are a'changing. The times they are a-changin.
© Garrison Keillor 2002