Hippy Kids


The summer before Jerry Garcia died, we followed the Dead up to St. Albans, Vermont and back down to New Jersey, where we camped at the Vince Lombardi rest stop. We thought 1994 was 1969. 

Tara and I played all her dad’s old records when we were kids. Her dad had seen The Doors play in New Haven back in the day, and when the movie with Val Kilmer came out, her dad took us to see it. We always wished we could travel back in time to the 1960s. 

In our twenties, when we both lived in Santa Fe, I worked at restaurant where Val Kilmer was a regular.

Tara still lives in Santa Fe. And today we had to say goodbye. She danced to goofy kids songs until it came time to hug. Walking away, we blew kisses and tried not to cry.

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