At Daily Kos, some Summer of Love nostalgia:
So here we are, my husband and I, on our way to the Summer of Love/40 celebration in Golden Gate Park. . . .(Hat tip: Jammie Wearing Fool)
Dressed in our tie-dyes (this is what we wear all the time, we haven't changed). . . .
We are still young Hippies at heart. It's dismaying to pass a mirror and see a person who is almost 60. . . . We're the Woodstock generation. . . .
We have donated thousands to Dem races all over the U.S. and we look forward to the 2008 election. . . . We will host Dem house parties in the Central Valley, in our gated community with lakes and golf courses.
It's weird -- 1967 is now as far in the past as 1927 was in the Summer of Love. But in 1967, you didn't have 50,000 people turning out to celebrate the glories of bathtub gin and hot jazz.
Dreams of eternal youth seem peculiar to the Baby Boomer generation. They sure made some great music, though . . .
-- Robert Stacy McCain, assistant national editor, The Washington Times
