Comments on: Back to the Haight, on to the Future http://www.liveworkdream.com/2009/01/11/back-to-the-haight-on-to-the-future/ Working to find the dream life. Wed, 08 Feb 2012 21:39:23 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Cija http://www.liveworkdream.com/2009/01/11/back-to-the-haight-on-to-the-future/comment-page-1/#comment-3890 Cija Mon, 19 Jan 2009 20:25:02 +0000 http://www.liveworkdream.com/?p=853#comment-3890 Ah Haight street....many many memories. I miss the freedom of those days. Thank you guys for being a bright beacon in the world of relationships theses days....it give the rest of us somethingto stirve for. I love you guys..... (hic) Ah Haight street….many many memories. I miss the freedom of those days.

Thank you guys for being a bright beacon in the world of relationships theses days….it give the rest of us somethingto stirve for.

I love you guys….. (hic)

]]> By: akshob http://www.liveworkdream.com/2009/01/11/back-to-the-haight-on-to-the-future/comment-page-1/#comment-3887 akshob Mon, 19 Jan 2009 11:50:27 +0000 http://www.liveworkdream.com/?p=853#comment-3887 Doesn't it feel great when we see our near and dear ones? Yeah. Feels great to see you both together. Cute smile. :-) There is a special feeling when you saw him the first time. Its LOVE. It made you people unite together. Good luck. Have a nice time. :D Akshob www.p2w2.com/akshob Doesn’t it feel great when we see our near and dear ones? Yeah. Feels great to see you both together. Cute smile. :-)
There is a special feeling when you saw him the first time. Its LOVE. It made you people unite together. Good luck. Have a nice time. :D

Akshob
http://www.p2w2.com/akshob

]]> By: Hitekhomeless (jenn) http://www.liveworkdream.com/2009/01/11/back-to-the-haight-on-to-the-future/comment-page-1/#comment-3876 Hitekhomeless (jenn) Sat, 17 Jan 2009 10:07:52 +0000 http://www.liveworkdream.com/?p=853#comment-3876 You guys look so happy. You have such a beautiful smile in that last picture, Rene. Its wonderful to reminisce over the past with the one you love and even better to have a future. ~jenn http://hitekhomeless.net http://freecampsites.net You guys look so happy. You have such a beautiful smile in that last picture, Rene. Its wonderful to reminisce over the past with the one you love and even better to have a future.

~jenn
http://hitekhomeless.net
http://freecampsites.net

]]> By: Rene http://www.liveworkdream.com/2009/01/11/back-to-the-haight-on-to-the-future/comment-page-1/#comment-3871 Rene Fri, 16 Jan 2009 03:56:25 +0000 http://www.liveworkdream.com/?p=853#comment-3871 Rhodester, that is a beautiful story. I can really see it! Thanks for sharing. Rhodester, that is a beautiful story. I can really see it! Thanks for sharing.

]]> By: RhodesTer http://www.liveworkdream.com/2009/01/11/back-to-the-haight-on-to-the-future/comment-page-1/#comment-3868 RhodesTer Thu, 15 Jan 2009 20:49:20 +0000 http://www.liveworkdream.com/?p=853#comment-3868 We were on our way to uncle Val and aunt Ruby's place somewhere in San Francisco for our annual Thanksgiving family get-together. My dad was a crusty old dockworker who was not a fan of "those damned hippies", as he put it. The scene that's etched forever into my mind - the first hippie I'd ever seen, at least one who wasn't on TV. He was crossing in front of us, his long, flowing hair billowing out from under the psychedelic headband. Huge bell bottoms were ragged down around the cuffs, revealing feet in sandals with no socks, of course. He was carrying a guitar, but managed to do so with only one hand because the other was flashing a peace sign at my dad. A huge grin emanated from under a bushy black beard. The peace sign was in answer to my dad's mocking him.. "Aw, look at the little girl with the long hair, isn't she pretty?" Mom was embarrassed and asked him to tone it down, but we were at a stop sign and the girly-man was crossing right in front of us! How could any tough-as-nails Long Shoreman worth his salt resist such a scene without tossing a few taunts out there? The place - Haight and Ashbury, at the intersection. The year - 1968. We were on our way to uncle Val and aunt Ruby’s place somewhere in San Francisco for our annual Thanksgiving family get-together. My dad was a crusty old dockworker who was not a fan of “those damned hippies”, as he put it.

The scene that’s etched forever into my mind – the first hippie I’d ever seen, at least one who wasn’t on TV. He was crossing in front of us, his long, flowing hair billowing out from under the psychedelic headband. Huge bell bottoms were ragged down around the cuffs, revealing feet in sandals with no socks, of course. He was carrying a guitar, but managed to do so with only one hand because the other was flashing a peace sign at my dad. A huge grin emanated from under a bushy black beard.

The peace sign was in answer to my dad’s mocking him.. “Aw, look at the little girl with the long hair, isn’t she pretty?” Mom was embarrassed and asked him to tone it down, but we were at a stop sign and the girly-man was crossing right in front of us! How could any tough-as-nails Long Shoreman worth his salt resist such a scene without tossing a few taunts out there?

The place – Haight and Ashbury, at the intersection.

The year – 1968.

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