“Back in the Sixties,” sighs an ex-hippie lady I know, “everybody was happy. Really. Everybody.”
You’d never known it from the sit-ins, riots and some of that depressing anti-war music. This lady was stoned.
““Back in the Sixties,” sighs an ex-hippie lady I know, “everybody was happy. Really. Everybody.””
She doesn’t remember the deaths. I lost I think about two dozen friends by the time I was 20, sometimes 2 or 3, in 2 to 6 weeks.
Drug overdoses, suicides, shootouts, drug murders, and of course the timeless, young guys dying in the usual hard partying and adventurous ways.
Out of a small group of people, to have so much sudden death and jail sentences can take it’s toll.
Life in the sixties could be rather extraordinary, but there was real risk for those that were giving it the spice that really made it exciting.