It is a testament to the pervasiveness of 1960s youth culture that even people as completely square as my parents got a little hip to it.
Here were a couple of good Jewish kids who met during college in Boston, got married at 21, and started raising a family not long after that in suburban Chicago. ...

I was 16 and tripping on acid at a Grateful Dead show in Ohio, my brain thoroughly blown into another dimension, when a bearded face swirled in front of me, a man who wore his tzitzit under his tie-dye. His smile was gentle and his eyes intent. “Sister, if you ever go to New York ...