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Hippies-- you know, it's strange. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. I was 11 years old in the Summer of Love. But after that, people said, "there are no real hippies" anymore, because of course the "scene" at Haight-Ashbury degenerated when all that was left were the hard-core druggies. And yet, and yet --- they seem to linger on.
I was too young to participate, except vicariously, at the time. I saw the Grateful Dead three times; I went to a concert at the Fillmore West, I rode a plane with Janis Joplin. I was present for the birth of FM radio. I didn't drink alcohol on a regular basis until I was well into my 20s (cause I didn't need it--there were better things). I dropped out and tuned in.
and yet . . . my daughter, age 24, considers herself a hippie. Strange
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