If you can remember the Summer Of Love you are most likely getting Medicare benefits. That year, 1967, was the beginning of the end for hippies, free love and psychedelia. Sure it limped along for a few years after that but it was not as fresh and bright, it seemed tarnished somehow. Kids wanted something different and the punk movement was lurking in the wings. But at that magical time there was such a flourishing of new ideas and art, clothing was a wild departure from the Mad Men era of the 50's, making our parents think we had gone totally mad ourselves. I remember my mom meeting me in town (stogy Cincinnati-we're always 10yrs behind) after an extended stay in Chicago. She was so horrified at my outfit that she barely slowed the car down to pick me up. I simply looked different , and back then that was enough for censure.
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