Whatever Happened to the Hippie Girls of the Sixties. This is a reality check.
Can't see yours, but here's mine. You realize, I hope, the reality is that most have passed their 60th birthday by now.
My wife's the real thing. Graduated Berkeley 1969. Went to Woodstock, hitchhiked starting from London, toured France, Spain, across Europe to Turkey, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, over the Khyburz pass into Pakistan, toured India, and on to Katmandu. Still has the goatskin coat from Afghanistan! (although she hasn't worn it since then).
Now that she's retired, she volunteers 3 days a week helping kids learn to read. Still an idealist.
Somewhere along the way, married me, got a Master's in Public Administration, and we have a couple of kids who seem to be carrying on the tradition.
Younger Daughter just flew in yesterday from touring Spain on a motorcycle; Older Daughter has done all that and is now settled down in a job with a nonprofit where she certifies Organic/Fair Trade from worldwide sources after living in some of those places herself.
I'm proud of all of them!
Wife is modest, so I've chosen a rather nonspecific picture I took recently.