It's the fiftieth anniversary of The Summer of Love, 1967, something a lot of people notice around here. I'm in NoCal, not too far from San Francisco, where that particular summer was celebrated the most. I traveled with my sister from Southern California to the Haight-Ashbury district then, to check out the scene. We were still in high school, and the 'hippie thing' was like a clarion call. We dressed for it: embroidered shirts, tight blue jeans with bright fabric sewn over the seams, headbands, long hair. All we lacked were the flowers.
When we wandered down the street, we didn't talk much. We were studying how to be cool. Back at home, my sister painted LOVE and flowers on our mirror. We listened to rock and folk music. We read magazines like Mother Nature and The Rolling Stone.
The street scene was 'happening' in San Francisco. There were lots of girls dressed like us, an