Well, you're talking to one of the original hippies. Oh not really, but my Ma was one of the original beatniks. I'm not sure she, or I, ever met Kerouac, but I'm pretty sure we met Noel Noel. She used to hang with that crowd some. I grew up in Sunnyvale, Cupertino, and Los Gatos. By '68, I was married and had my 3rd child that year, although I had just turned 22. I was a pretty weird kid, in that I didn't "hang" with anyone in particular, nor was I fond of classification of any type. Here's a clue though: my teachers at Los Gatos High called me a Bohemian. I didn't mess much with Mind Altering Pharmaceuticals, all they did was make me goofy and hungry, which is the most common state of affairs with me to begin with. But the "free spirit" part I embraced with zeal, suited me just fine. I left Cal in '74 to meet my fate in Alaska, so that era sort of passed me by. All it was on the Pipeline was work work work (84 hrs a week). There in "The Cats" our most frequent involvement was with the sons and daughters of Mafia dons, and other wealthy sorts. I was one of the few po' kids in that town, a weird experience in itself. My house was the place to go, simple though it was, as we could make our own rules and party as it suited us. (The others all still lived at home). By the time I returned, briefly, in '76 and '78, it was a mind-altering experience in itself to see Los Gatos, and Cal generally, with newly-opened eyes, having lived those years in Alaska. Alaska is another planet entirely. Especially back then, all that mattered to anyone at all was what kind of stuff you were made of. No matter who your Daddy. No matter what your wealth or social standing. No matter your beauty or I.Q. All anyone would judge you by was your ability to hold up your end, and that alone. Are you a stand-up guy or girl? I quite like that attitude. I simply could not believe the lightweights in that town, when I returned. In fact, for a little while, I had it that LG had changed, and not I. Took a while to realize that the town, and its people had always been like that, and I too had at one time embraced those attitudes. All I miss is the weather and the land itself. The Santa Clara valley in the early '50s was lovely beyond anything I've ever seen. So, as for hippies, and other labels, ya I'm a back-to-the-lander, but not for PC reasons. Never did join groups. But the principles are the same I think. I sometimes kind of regret that I didn't see much of the Haight movement, kind of a shame as I was so close, but events right where I was were exciting enough for one lifetime. Besides, Wherever You Go, There You Are.