If things had gone differently — more compatibility, more maturity, a nuance or two or three here and there, events, patience, timing — this could have been my fate.
I took a different path, and so did my ex- Mary Clare. She is happy with her husband Bill, and their daughter Katie Rain (pictured on top of the link just there), living on Cortes Island. I waited, met Catherine, fell in love, moved to PEI, and didn’t become a hippie. Probably didn’t have it in me anyway.
Funny how things turn out.
not a hippy… who do you think you’re kidding, flower child?
Well thank god for that…
Hey Andy Man,there was nothing like the 70’s…I think,..so I was told!
The Seventies? The decade that style forgot and shame abandoned? Oh dear, oh dear. There will be ABBA records and whimpers from GenX40 generationally-challenged lawyers in Kingston next. Spare us that.
Dear Ogg — why for art thou….I recall the long locks of locke. There is a difference between the boomer and whatever the hippie knows itself to be, no?
Like I said, whimpers from Kingston :-)
Can a non-Boomer be a hippie? I dunno. To my mind, hippydom was partially a generational response to the decade which had gone before, the invention of teenagers, rock’n’roll, LBJ, Viet Nam…can the values they espoused be separated from the values and history they were reacting against? Did Altamont change everything? Is this even comprehensible to GenXers? Could Augustine have had any real understanding of Peter? In our wonderfully circular fashion, this has also been discussed in another place. We have no choice. We must seek a determination from Rob Paterson.
I thing there was a longer hang time. To me at 9 or 10 the teenaged “hippie” was the Opportunies For Youth (OFP) program student employees in the summers of the early 70’s who could get federal funding to buy guitars and bus WWI vetand other senior citizens around to nice places in the Annapolis Valley where the students would sit around playing their guitars as the nice church ladies made tea and passed around the squares. I don’t think anyone would have used the word hippie but there were lots of peace and love patches sewn on to the jeans jackets.
Even funnier, Peter. I was there all last week and my in laws appear in one of the photos on the Cortes Day pictures page.
Last year I ran into Mary Clare, but too late to get together, and this year we only had a few days up there. I’ve spent good parts of July on that island for the past 10 years now.
weird weird weird.
Certain PEI hippies might be interested in this press release about the once guitarist of the Stones playing a Canadian tour which, due to the location of the booking agents JMI, includes Charlottetown.