About 40 years ago, on a particular day, I was getting myself ready to go hang out at school. Not high school. But, community college.
I was 18 or 19 and living at home. The daddy was retired. He happened to be home on this certain day. He may have been getting ready to go out to hang out with his retired buddies.
I was in my bedroom doing whatever, when the daddy stopped at my door. I looked over at him, and he said, "Don't be a hippie."
Before I could respond, he walked away.
I had no idea he knew there were such things as hippies.
Most of all, I didn't think I had it in me to be a hippie. I was not very good at being part of a group that had a moniker to it.
Still. I wonder what may have caused my dad to reach the conclusion that I could possibly become a hippie.
That said, welcome to this blog: Don't Be a Hippie. . .Then and Now.