Louise kept telling me the term “hippie” was out of date. She couldn’t tell me why. These words come and go, but why had that one been pulled? The hippies hadn’t gone away. There were even some beatniks still hanging around here and there in Mexico, men my age, still thumping away on bongos with their eyes closed, still lying around in their pads, waiting for poems to come into their heads, and sometimes not waiting long enough.
