A charming correspondence between bicoastal besties.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Reflecting on the Past
This morning I met up with some old friends from my days at the paper. We met for breakfast in Cold Spring. This is my old bosses Harley, or as he likes to call it . . . his sled. He's a former hippie! And was even at the real Woodstock. Peace! —NY
Real hippies are few and far between these days, so it's great that you know an authentic one. All I know is that there are a bunch of fake hippies on Haight Street. Mark has two older brothers who were real hippies, too. When he was five years old, they'd speak to him about Jimi Hendrix and stuff like he was a hippie too.
Real hippies are few and far between these days, so it's great that you know an authentic one. All I know is that there are a bunch of fake hippies on Haight Street. Mark has two older brothers who were real hippies, too. When he was five years old, they'd speak to him about Jimi Hendrix and stuff like he was a hippie too.
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