Sure. Why not?

I blame it on the Bossa Nova and the brown acid at Woodstock.

I loved Moon King (Philip Williams the future NYC conceptual artist)

In Syracuse a few years before he became a New York fixture.

He lived with Mark Koernig the future optometrist and Sonny the God Seeker...

And I visited as Anna the Funky Girl Freak

Before my mother hauled me off to a nutter house and MLK died just before, then the hippie era stopped soon after...

But not before I traveled to Colgate with their friend Toad (lead banjo player with the Down City Ramblers and stellar future fame...) to hear

The Doors at Colgate U.

It all lasted about three SECONDS...

And will live in my smiling shy hippie memory

Till the end of my time!!!

I was just your run of the mill pot head. We often referred to ourselves as freaks. But weren't as hard core as these guys.


This was a regularly published comic book from back in the day. It was hilarious.

That was way before my time.

But I have watched a documentary film about it called: "It Was Twenty Years Ago Today."