That's, right, Missoula. One of those pockets of hippie culture left over from the baby-boom rebellion. Like the little towns of Hawaii (the Big Island), and places in the woods of northern California, Missoula had been caught in the curiouser and curiouser timewarp of delayed maturity. Like the hookah smoking caterpillar, I wondered if some old burned out philosophy or English lit professor at the U of M would be able to tell me... did the A-seed make me smaller and the B-seed make me larger, or did they cancel each other out? I felt like Alice down the rabbit hole, and nothing was as it seemed to be... not even Mom.