Was it the fall of 1966 or the winter of ’67? As the Haight saying goes, if you can remember the Summer of Love, man, you probably weren’t there. The fog was laced with pot, sandalwood incense and burning draft cards, entire days were spent contemplating Day-Glo Grateful Dead posters, and the corner of Haight and Ashbury Sts became the turning point of a generation.
Flashbacks are a given in the Haight, which still has its swinging ’60s tendencies. Only a very mysterious, very local illness could explain the number of neighborhood medical marijuana clubs, and tie-dyes and ideals have never entirely gone out of fashion here – hence the highly prized vintage psychedelic rock tees on the wall at Wasteland and urban farming manuals in their umpteenth printing at Bound Together Anarchist Book Collective .
