The news hit me hard as I started to think about the times we’ve spent together, the good times, the bad times and all the times in between, when we were younger, in the days of peace and love, the rock n roll days, the days of protest, free love and along with the burning of bras, there was a burning desire to prove to the world we knew how to fix it, fix all the issues with just two words; peace and love. It was a time when everyone over the age of 25 was the adversary, the enemy, unless proven otherwise. It was the sixties and I was considered a hippy to most of the older generation, as my hair dangled down which encouraged their thinking.

I never considered myself a hippy, because I didn’t believe in all they believed in and I considered myself a leader and not a follower. So I was a non conformist even to the hippies. I was never into drugs nor was I into living in a commune which I felt down graded one self and cultivated disease, both venereal and other nasty infections, I had no intention of having contact with.