Hi 60s Chick.

I lived in the Height during the sixties. Perhaps we knew each other. I didn't come to San Francisco with flowers in my hair. My first wife and I moved into a sleepy little neighborhood next to Golden Gate Park, called the Height Ashburn. We had a wonderful upper flat on Fredric Street near Stanyon.

Time it was and what a time it was,
It was a time of innocence.
A time of confidences.

The Height Ashburry was mostly college students and elderly people. I was going to San Francisco State doing graduate work in theater arts. Suddenly everything changed and the incredible pageant of the social revolution of the sixties evolved all around us. You couldn't walk down the street without getting a contact high. All these new, young people moved in to the neighborhood and everyone was wearing costumes and dropping acid and getting Rolfed, practicing yoga and meditating and listening to Ravi Shankar. The Psychedelic Shop opened on Height Street and we were buying incense and spacy music. I was at the Acid Test, the Human Bein, and the Summer of Love. We went often to the Old Fillmore and Winter land to dance to the Grateful Dead, or the Jefferson Airplane. There were free rock concerts in the Panhandle played from the tailgate of trucks. The Diggers were handing out free food. Owsley was hard at work. Everyone was keeping on trucking, whatever that meant. Everyone was learning how to be a hippy by reading Zap comics. The Straight Theater opened and there was underground theater and command performances of Janis Joplin and the Dead. Ken Keasy and the Merry Pranksters were riding around in the Wonder Buss.

Nostalgically yours

G.G.