Good backpedal.
One of the all time best pranks of Jerry Rubin and Abbie Hoffman, who called themselves Yippees, was to throw lots of loose change onto the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. Traders fell over themselves to try to pick it up.
Luckily, nobody was knifed. The traders had just had lunch, and their reflexes were a mite slow.
Yeah, it would be. If I wasn’t telling the truth.
The “legacy” is a couple/three/four generations of junkies.
Bah.
Would that be the Italian Mafia hippies who imported smack in the 50’s? Does it include the Vietnamese hippies who sold China White to our servicemen? Apparently, it definitely includes all the ones I knew, who wouldn’t touch smack with a ten foot pole. Clearly, they must be directly responsible for promoting a drug they didn’t use and viewed with disdain. Yes, that certainly makes a lot of sense. Why, hadn’t been for hippies, a lot more people might have found themselves snugly secure in the safe harbor of booze.
And those Volkswagen buses are clearly the precursor of the grossly inefficient SUV, the line is pretty clear, there…
Okay, I have one you can’t argue with: Office Casual. At the same time as air conditioning was widely adopted in offices and finally made wearing wool suits less insane, the casual dress of hippies started the ball rolling so that, by the 90s, I could stop wearing a GD tie to work.