And they all said "Hare Krishna" a lot. And smoked that LSD acid and and dropped that marywanna and said "Groovy" and "Like, far out" and "Wow man!" a lot, too.

I wouldn't know, I wasn't there. I was back in Illinois, working at the college library and playing with the National Guard and going to the beach (at the old gravel pit) and quaffing spiritous liquor, usually better booze than I could actually afford. And praying a lot.