My hippie curriculum vitae goes way, way back, back as far as when the term was spelled "hippy." However, I was young then, so I really only qualified for teenybopper status, which was embarassing. For years, pretty much divided my time between Big Sur, Mt. Shasta and Berkeley -- California boy -- and for the years and years and years since, I've held onto the dusty values that made it such an unsettled but so often joyous life. In any case, I stumbled upon this site and saw/heard many voices that sounded familiar, like people I knew for a long time and hadn't heard for years and years. Nice to hear that, so I thought I'd come on in. Venerable Bede
