All Posts #7742
>I was a runaway in November 1967 (I call this the "Winter of Love"), living
>in an abandoned house on Divisadero, courtesy the "Diggers". If I happen
>to hear /Flowers in Your Hair/Itchycoo Park/Chain of Fools, I immediately
>recall that time. Music is a tool the evil use to snare sleeping victims. Laurel
>is deserving of a deep, deep dig.