The Carolinas got great hippies
Back at my parents’ new home outside Charlotte, N. Carolina, visiting for Christmas, I find them changed. My dad’s hair is a little longer and my mom has taken to comfy birkenstock-like shoes and soup-making. They are reverting, after 25 long years in major cities and the east coast, to their California hippie roots– with awild Southern twist. They laugh hysterically as they excitedly tell me about their plan to buy my dad a banjo and a bowler hat and move onto a Mississippi river boat. They show me their inspiration for their plan, the banjo player John Hartford. I reckon these folks got it figured out.