The doctor discovers what's real. Southeast Kansas discovers hippies. The 19th century discovers cephalopods. And a rare bird alights. Plus: Snippets on Mark Rothko and Adam Smith.
Oh, that story of your head shop in Kansas brought so many memories. I grew up in Indiana, which had (still has) a similar attitude toward the "hippiesque". The bellbottoms, the fringed jackets, the glass pipes - we tried so hard to be cool. We would have been so envious of your shop. The way you handled the attack - with poetry and posters - made me remember how that righteousness felt. I miss the optimism and the conviction.
Oh, that story of your head shop in Kansas brought so many memories. I grew up in Indiana, which had (still has) a similar attitude toward the "hippiesque". The bellbottoms, the fringed jackets, the glass pipes - we tried so hard to be cool. We would have been so envious of your shop. The way you handled the attack - with poetry and posters - made me remember how that righteousness felt. I miss the optimism and the conviction.