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The Haight-Ashbury of 1967 was a place of endless possibility: new ways of living, an influx of ideas, and political and cultural revolution were in the air. And yet amidst this “anything goes” scene, one band still stuck out as an anomaly. Learn More →

By the fall of 1967, I wallowed in an image of myself as a struggling 23-year-old all-but Ph.D. betrayed by a cheating husband. To escape, I fled my temporary, pot-dealing boyfriend, my Communist Party parents, the spouse I had discovered in bed with another woman, and my hometown of Toronto, to attend a sociology conference in San Francisco. Learn More →