(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.

SS: Alright.

GK: What color is that, the "Say No to War" sign.

SS: Mauve.

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?

GK: Sure.

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?

SS: Dijon.

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