I am watching a Twilight Zone marathon. How many episodes of the 1960s warned of mind control? Turn on, tune in, and drop out. Let us take apart the second part of the hippie slogan - tune in. What does tune in mean? High school was six blocks from the Haight. My biological father was president of the Haight Ashbury Neighborhood Council in 1970, and that was the year my informal education on tuning in to the dangers of mind control began.
Video from 1968 https://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/218469
The mayor’s son was in my class. His father authorized the formation of a tactical squad in late 1967 after the advertised “Summer of Love” had drawn people from everywhere. The mayor was forced to quell violent protests that were occurring at the same time that the drug culture was emerging in the Haight Ashbury and protests were erupting at San Francisco State University. It all seemed like an ordinary day to a high schooler. Haight St https://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/218468
In the 60s, my siblings and I were sequestered, silent observers in Catholic schools. One of the schools was directly across the street from the action. My sisters wore school uniforms, and my brother and I had a dress code to follow, so the people in the street video violated norms set at school and at home. Both my sisters were beautiful girls in their uniforms. Photo courtesy of Frank Dunnigan, friend/author from high school.
Video from 1968 https://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/218469
The mayor’s son was in my class. His father authorized the formation of a tactical squad in late 1967 after the advertised “Summer of Love” had drawn people from everywhere. The mayor was forced to quell violent protests that were occurring at the same time that the drug culture was emerging in the Haight Ashbury and protests were erupting at San Francisco State University. It all seemed like an ordinary day to a high schooler. Haight St https://diva.sfsu.edu/collections/sfbatv/bundles/218468
In the 60s, my siblings and I were sequestered, silent observers in Catholic schools. One of the schools was directly across the street from the action. My sisters wore school uniforms, and my brother and I had a dress code to follow, so the people in the street video violated norms set at school and at home. Both my sisters were beautiful girls in their uniforms. Photo courtesy of Frank Dunnigan, friend/author from high school.
My priest said that success as an author is possible if it is conducive to my salvation. Mary Kaye had moderate success. She had a lovely contralto voice, perfect for this moderately melancholic song. Ignore the background. It is not San Fran, but she does pronounce San Francisco correctly.
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