Ever since I went into New York City way back on the first earth day celebration with my older, hippy sister (I was 12) I always thought that was what the day was - a hippy celebration. It was fun, everyone seemed to be stoned and righteous, their long hair held back in a hankerchief,loose tie-dyed clothes, no bras, sandals and whole earth catalogs under their arms......green peace signs everywhere. It was a beautiful day, warm and bright, and the perfect day to celebrate. We heard speeches, good music and saw some great displays and shows in Central Park.
So how come my best memory of the day was when we were walking down 5th Avenue and some clown decided to steal a couple of hot pretzels from a street vendor? Yes, that sticks in my mind. This big, tall, smelly older homeless dude grabbing lunch and the vendor screaming at him practically before he grabbed the goods - as if he knew it was going to happen. The guy gets maybe 20-25 feet and he's tackled by a big-assed, bearded hippy who crushes him against the sidewalk, then picks the guy up, gives him a couple of bucks and literally carries him over the vendor and tells him to, "Pay the dude!"
Life is Good. Who said stoners never did anything productive?