It often seemed that hippie events were outdoor affairs – spring, summer, and early autumn. So where did hippies go in winter? And what did we do?
Published by Jnana Hodson
Welcome to my world. I blog from New Hampshire's seacoast region, with original photos, poems, fiction, and ruminations reflecting my life here and my native Midwest, all the way to the Pacific Northwest, mainly. Some would say I'm a retired hippie or a veteran journalist, but I'd argue there's much more. I love traditional Greek and New England contradances and singing in the Boston Revels' community choir, for instance. You're quite welcome to place your hand in mine or add to the harmony! View all posts by Jnana Hodson