Hippies are hazy, mythic creatures of the mind. Maybe your mom or grandma talked about being a hippie. Maybe there is still sprouted bread instead of Wonder bread in her kitchen. Or oversaturated photos in her album with beads and paisley.
Joan Didion’s seminal essay on 60s counterculture, Slouching Towards Bethlehem, ran in The Saturday Evening Post in …
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