Cohorts and I from the theater wanted to press the envelope further and founded the Diggers, an anarchist group dedicated to imagining and then acting out a culture that offered us more compelling adult options than “consumer” and “employee.” The Diggers decided that those homeless, hungry kids were “ours” and needed to be looked after. To that end, we devised a way to feed six hundred people a day in Golden Gate Park. We also created a free medical clinic, where UCSF med students saw patients at the Digger Free Store once a week. We did it to prove that the city’s excuses for inaction were lame. In our Free Store, one could find anything required for an urban life—clothes, bicycles, tools, furniture, TVs, radios, books, shoes. The Italian farmers at the market gave us food they couldn’t sell that day. We scored more behind Safeways where ripe-­ that-­day fruits and vegetables were set out for the morning garbage pickup. We repaired and restored castaways and throwaways and put them on display in a clean, bright storefront that implied, by its very existence, the question: “Why become an employee to make the money to become a consumer? We’ll give you the stuff. Now, what do you really want to do?”