The Washington Post waxes rhapsodic at the sixties feel of the “peace” concert on Saturday: “A whiff of weed wafted on the air. Couples made out in the grass, oblivious to anyone but each other. Onstage, Joan Baez stood solo, guitar strapped like a weapon against her chest, crooning ‘Where have all the flowers gone?’ while people stood swaying, some crying, fingers forming peace signs or holding up posters of Che.”

There’s also this weird analogy: “There was Jesse Jackson, threading a mike up through his leisure suit and talking about how Cindy Sheehan, the mother who lost a son to Iraq, was the Rosa Parks of this generation.” (Uh oh. Anita Hill is angry now.) I know Cindy came to Washington on a bus, but did they insist she ride in the back?