"Suzanne agreed to meet me at the intersection of Haight and Ashbury to show me the ropes (or was that hemp - so confused???) So, I put on my tie-dye t-shirt and stuck a flower in my hair.

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear flowers in your hair so sang Scott Mackenzie We walked over to her good friend's apartment, Dr. Timothy Leary, a counterculture guru. He took one look at me and said "Welcome to my pad for the hallucinogenically hip!!

Beckoning us to follow him through a multitude of beaded curtains we found ourselves drifting towards the smoke coming from a dimly lit room. Patchouli-scented incense were burning, Allen Ginsburg was reciting poetry and Ravi Shankar's sitar music seductively beckoned us!

My eyes tried to adjust to the light provided by the dozens of lava lamps. Who were all these people lounging on bean bag chairs?