I marched in one of these in '77. Ended up on the front page of the NYC paper. If only I listened to that inner voice that always told me "don't follow the crowd. Don't hang out with dudes from the Northwest Bronx*....Hey...it was the Summer of Sam."
Oh...I am so not a hippy. Early punk rocker more like. But, that is all long gone.This was '77 or so. Not the sixties. More right learning here. But, I like to think open minded. Plus a tendency to go native on occasion. Don't drop me with the allies for too long please. 1 year max.