Although I was just a little kid in the late ’60s (my adolescence coinciding with the 1970s), I have memories of those heady times. Sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll. Revolution in the air.
Most of that program didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to. (How could it have?) The utopian vision of unlimited sex without attachment or consequences, and unlimited quantities of mind-expanding yet harmless drugs, turned out to be illusions, and extremely destructive ones for all too many people.
But: today they send kids to rock-and-roll summer camp. Far out, man!!! I mean, during Activities Period do you get to choose between Pot Smoking and Hotel Wrecking? From the perspective of a 12-year-old in 1970, coming to realize how unhip Boy Scout camp was (they didn’t like long hair there) and the devastating effect that the mere sound of an amplified guitar could have on one’s elders, I’d say that part of the ’60s dream came true after all.
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