In 1970, when weed was a felony to even think about, when Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack men drank and caroused from the stage nightly in Vegas, the Divine Ms. S, Barbara Streisand, was miffed. If they could party from the stage, why couldn't she? During one of her shows, Babs lit up, smoked a joint right there in the main room, saying, and I'm paraphrasing here, It smoked like butter. Later on, rock and Motown groups would turn Barbra on to the newest grass available, forming a road bond that few in the public ever knew about.
