Summer of Love

The moment I heard the song, I knew that the summer of 1967 in my hometown of San Francisco would be unlike that of any other.

It was April. I was in Portland at the time, finishing up my junior year in college. Scott McKenzie came over my car radio singing, “If you’re goin’ to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair, summertime will be a love-in there.”

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