Are You Going to Mario's?

"I got a J in political science. He's just so sad with those letters," he says of his teacher. "He won't accept an A unit. You have to give him a J in F for a K and he doesn't want an F." In the 60s, if you wanted to go somewhere where you were a family, it felt like a B.E.T. If you're going to your friend, Mom? Your friend, Mario's. Everybody's welcome at Mario's. Well, not everybody. And that's what I'm working on".