tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913029.post-91443942966431157502008-05-06T15:33:00.001-07:002008-05-06T15:33:55.524-07:00I'm not as old as dirt, even if I look itI was working with a student today who's writing a paper about hippies in the 60s. I'm not really sure why she chose the topic--she's definitely not a hippie and half way through the term she doesn't know enough about her topic (Was it a reaction to the drugs or to the 50s?) to seem like she's really interested. She asked me a lot of questions (Can one really get to their sophomore year in college in California and not know that Haight-Ashbury is in San Francisco?) and finally I admitted that I wasn't exactly sure what all the Summer of Love entailed, since it wasn't like I'd lived through it. She looked surprised. I'm under 30. The Summer of Love was about 40 years ago. Ouch.<br> annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03035269579985320765noreply@blogger.com