Well, as long as it's drifted in this direction...something that I haven't told to a lot of people...

46 years ago. After my first year of theological seminary, in Chicago I have signed up to participate in a program of immersion in inner-city ministry for the summer. I return to home in Minnesota for a few days in between. At some point in the drive back to Chicago, I know that, of all the student participants, one will stand out as having at least the image of a "hippy", and that I will be teamed with him for the summer. (I very nearly wrote it all down and gave it the sealed envelope treatment, and wished that I had done so.) The participants arrive at a YMCA where the program will be headquartered. I'm in the lobby with other early arrivals; assorted people, included other program participants, filter through the door. I see Murray coming through the door (no, I didn't know his name yet), and know full well that he is my expected partner. Throughout the summer I hear the question raised as to whether Murray is really a hippy, or self-identifies as a hippy. Never heard Murray give a straight answer. But he would have looked right at home on stage with the Grateful Dead.