Wow yeah, that poster of Earl Warren on the john smokin a joint was the worst. 
Any you old hipsters still got a copy?? Vesta?? 
I was too busy to be a hippie, changing diapers and moving around from Military base to base.
Actually going from life long Navy Brat into a marriage to an ultra conservative family, at my mid teens was interesting as I look back.
Funny as I was fascinated with the movement at the time, the Drugs, sex, rock and roll. I could not wait to get to Frisco with flowers in my hair, however, I once there could not relate to one darn person I saw.
All these kids my age that were stumbling about wearing flea collars around their necks, sleeping on sidewalks, the females smelled like a can of sardines and the men like chicken soup. YUCK.
Berkley was my thing, I found 2 other wives that came from back woods areas and we would pile the kids in the car and drive to the Campus's.
What fun, we brought along picknick lunch and sat under the trees watching and trying to filter out the weird students from the Professors that were in some cases even stranger then the students.
The College was very open back then we were not out of place with our kids anywhere. we would see a door, open it up and wheel the kids in strollers in, might be a lecture hall with class going on, or a dormitory .
One life long image is of a woman sitting in the hall, drinking wine, smoking a joint and breast feeding a baby before class. Weird.
No Hippie back then, I had no real interest in politics or social justice.
I believe it was Patty Hurst, that sealed that fate, what a strange person, I had no sympathy for her or her kidnappers.
Still today I love the movie HAIR, I watch that and Jesus Christ Super Star at least once a year and cry over both.
