What do you want to know? I grew up in the San Francisco Bay area and was in high school in the early sixties, and spent the summer of 1967 (the Summer of Love) living in San Francisco. I had older friends who were involved with the Diggers and through them met (though how much one meets anyone at parties suffused with alcolhol and drugs, even though one has a lengthy conversation is debatable) various members of the Airplane and the Dead, including the late Ms. Joplin.
The election of JFK in 1960 marked the beginning of the end of the upside era in American History. The slide down began for the public with the end of any semblance of real information, as opposed to the incandescent but smelly "Camelot" Bullshiite, centered around The Perpetual Adoration of St. John of Massachusetts, Virgin and Martyr, which perversion of fact continues unabated to this very day.
The 1960's? It was the era when the power structure began handing over the asylum to the inmates. BTW, it was the era when they closed the asylum; releasing crazies to the streets. Perhaps a good way to learn about the 60's might be to interview one of the many 60-year-old homeless guys who lived them. They had a great time then, to pay for it now with drug-dead brains.
The 60's? A lot of fun for some folks. Sure Woodstock and the '67 Summer of Love had their moments, but then so did sailing on the Titanic.
I remember the Diggers. They fed me in Boston (brown rice concoctions) and asked me to join. It was an honor. I didnt.
The sound stage manager for Jefferson Airplane lived across the streetfrom me in Richmond.
And you could leave your doors unlocked in Richmond then with little chance of vandalism. My girlfriend raised an orphan colt in her backyard in the middle of town. No complaints.