There I was [photo below], a few days after my 65th birthday, on about the 11th day of a 15 day trek, at 10,800 feet on the Continental Divide, no roads for many miles, about to head over the hill and down into the Cirque of the Towers.
this is how i would gauge an old hippie (which i also am), listen to the song titled "old hippie" and when you find that you now have young friends in a new way, or when your thinkin while your jogging round, sure are glad you quit the hard drugs. them and our kind get more endangered everyday, and pretty soon our species will just up and fade away.....or, if you grow a little garden in the backyard by the fence, and your consuming what your growing nowdays in self defense, and you get out there in the twilight zone sometimes when it just dont make no sense...to some this will apply, but all old hippies wont have to wonder if they are or arent, may not be able to describe it, but we know.
I think some of the old hippies here have lost their roots. Freedom of speech has been stomped to death in this thread. I feel that you can only call yourself an "old" hippy if you still do the things that made the movement so important in the first place.
You know your an old canadian hippy when many of your late 60's/early 70's friends were draft dodgers. Some had done a tour and some had not. Montreal seemed to be a magnet for those folks. They partied hard and were fucked up if they had been there. and of course ...you can't remember their names