Highway 1967 Revisited

Highway 1967 RevisitedJust thinking about it makes me want a joint, badly. I know, Nancy says we should just say no, but something tells me she spent the Sixties in an Adolfo suit and an air-conditioned room, her head under the pillow. But I was out--in the streets with the panhandlers, sleeping in the field at Woodstock, marching against war, driving a VW on acid, cadging food from folk singers, dancing in Day-Glo, being at be-ins--and now every magazine has politely informed me that it's 20 ye...