Can I tell you something?
I was 11 years old in 1967 and having not yet hit puberty I spent the ‘Summer of Love’ playing Little League baseball and totally missed the true heyday of drugs, sex, and rock ‘n’ roll. I didn’t start smoking dope until 1973, never once attended a sit-in, wore anything tie-dyed, used the phrases ‘peace brother’ or ‘right on’ or ‘I dig’, or even owned a lava lamp, but I can still say with authority I was a hippie. Kind of.