Ah, yes, it's been 40 years since the Summer of Love. Nineteen Hundred and Sixty-Seven. Sweet psychedelic pot-clouded hazy days of nothing to do but "just love everybody" with flowers and stuff. Here's a plug in the L. A. Daily News for all the good that came out of the hippie "culture." (Peace, freedom, and the Earth.)
I would be surprised if the author, Larry Atkins, was old enough to remember the Summer of Love. Dawn Eden has written a counterpiece to Atkins in the L. A. Daily News, trashing the Summer of Love. I doubt she was even born by the Summer of Love, but anyone who lived in its aftermath might be able to comment on the fallout.
I was a couple years too young to go to San Francisco, even had I wanted to go, and I would have been embarrassed to wear flowers in my hair. I was mostly watching and playing baseball and delivering the Detroit News in my neighborhood. One of the stories the newspaper covered during the Summer of Love, delivered fresh daily to the doorsteps of my customers was a local occurrence the paper called "race riots":
(Wikipedia) Over the period of five days [In July, 1967], forty-three people died, of whom 33 were black. The other damages were calculated as follows:
* 467 injured: 182 civilians, 167 Detroit police officers, 83 Detroit firefighters, 17 National Guard troops, 16 State Police officers, 3 U.S. Army soldiers.
* 7,231 arrested: 6,528 adults, 703 juveniles; 6,407 blacks, 824 whites. The youngest, 4; the oldest, 82. Half of those arrested had no criminal record. Three percent of those arrested went to trial; half of them were acquitted.
* 2,509 stores looted or burned, 388 families homeless or displaced and 412 buildings burned or damaged enough to be demolished. Dollar losses from arson and looting ranged from $40 million to $80 million.
LBJ sent US troops into Detroit at the request of Michigan Governor George Romney, father of Mitt. My aunt saw a tank rumble down her street. Noboby was talking much about flower power.