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The Time Warp. Again.

This is the town square, which is an elongated triangle, where mid-day Saturday finds a free winter clothes giveaway with a three piece, Dead influenced band with assorted hippies, both original and latter day, trance dancing about. We were across the street having lunch in a cafe watching the sun salutations and swirling dreadlocks of the scene.

Why do I want to shout at these people to grow up? Why am I so very annoyed by the youngsters, the obviously under 25 year olds trying to party like its 1969?  Daft Punk, not Grateful Dead. Why do you want to emulate your grandparents, I ask in my head. 

Indeed, what is so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding? 

Mark asked if I had anticipated longevity for any part of 60s pop culture. 
In 1964 did I say to myself that the Beatles would still be commonly heard in 50 years? No way.
Did I expect, in 1967, that tie dye T shirts to be common in the 21st century? Hell, no! 
Did I think I would live to see legal weed? Actually, I did.

And that is a topic for another post. 


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