This past Friday night we had just wrapped another crazy performance of Reefer Madness the "hit" Musical at Dad's Garage.  (thru Nov 4!) The house was full to brimming and very responsive.  Lots of love exchanged between them and us.  After hanging out on the porch and enjoying the afterglow of a good show and a bit of libation, I headed for my car.  Doyle needed a ride so I offered to drive him.  He lives downtown.  We enjoyed an interesting and deep conversation on the way to his place.  So engrossed were we in talk, that I missed the turn onto his street.  He told me to turn right at the next street and we circled the block, stopping at a red light at Cone Street.  I glanced to my left and beheld a sight that sent me, and subsequently Doyle, into hysterics.  The car next to us at the light was occupied by two Coneheads.  Stopped at Cone Street.  What are the chances?  The two of them were obviously enjoying the moment as much we were.  Their coneheads bobbed up and down as they laughed.