To every barefoot goddess, billowy sister of the moon, or hula-hooping sprite that expressed her love for a jam band in the last thirty-five years, consider picking up a copy of Jay Blakesberg's new ...

Midwesterners who move to Berkeley have to survive a certain rite of passage -- your first hardcore hippie encounter. It started innocently enough. I'd just moved to Berkeley from Oklahoma and wanted ...

Once they were everywhere at Bumbershoot: The hippie dancers slowly raising their arms snakelike toward the sun or the gray skies. Even as the years passed and their hair turned gray -- or fell out -- ...