The Pretty Little Hippie Chicks Are Grandmas Now.

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74. Yep, I'm now with my second hippie chick

I married for the first time outside under a weeping willow tree at sundown on the summer solstice of 1971. My hippie chick bride wore a white lace mini-dress and knee-high white gogo boots. I wore purple lace bell-bottoms, cowboy boots and a leather vest. Flowers in our hair, Kahlil Gibran, a Sufi prayer rug - the whole nine yards. We got an ounce of blonde Leb and a half dozen microdots as wedding gifts. She was amazing - one of a kind. She died 20 years ago and I still talk to her sometimes.

But life is really odd sometimes. I knew another woman back then, another hippie artist chick, and she and I were very good friends for the decade of the 70s. Then we lost each other for 30 years, until we suddenly re-connected three years ago. And you know what? She's who I should have been with all the time. Being with her is like coming home to myself. In some ways we're not 20 any more, but in all the ways that count - we are I will now draw a veil of propriety across the remainder of this tale.

What a time to be alive, then - and now. Let's hear it for hippie chicks from the Age of Aquarius - and of any age at all. Years are but moments in our lives - suck the juice out of each and every one.