I was 11 during the summer of love. My father would take us on a Sunday drive down Fell Street headed West. My 8 year old brother and I scrunched ourselves in the back widow of his car and flashed peace signs to all the hippies we passed on the street. What a sight, long hair, tie dye, drug infused youth roaming around the panhandle, it was a sight to see that I'll always remember with great fascination. When I entered high school, following the summer of love, the vibes still lingered on. I got to enjoy so many of Bill Graham's concerts at Winterland ($3.00 tickets) and the Panhandle (free concerts, with maybe a hundred people). I feel lucky to have experienced those days.