I’d been living in San Diego for over a year when I found myself, one day in 1971, seated cross-legged on the floor before a photo of an Indian guru, in the bedroom of a woman I’d never met before, in a house on Coronado Island.
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“A mind blown is a mind shown,” Robbie said again in his mellow California way as we headed toward Montreal. We were on the road north in a chocolate brown ‘64 Volkswagen microbus with no reverse gear. It seems Robbie had dropped reverse on a dirt-road side trip somewhere in Kansas and couldn’t afford to fix it! What, I wondered, had I gotten myself into? It was July 29, 1969.
Adapted from the memoir HOME FREE: Adventures of a Child of the Sixties By Rifka Kreiter to be published May 16, 2017 I took a break from political activism when I fell in love with Alan Rosenfeld in the summer of ‘68. We met through my ex-roommate, who had been friends with Alan at NYU. He was … Continue reading 5. ALAN
Adapted from the memoir HOME FREE: Adventures of a Child of the Sixties By Rifka Kreiter to be published May 16, 2017 Eighty-Seventh Street between Central Park West and Columbus was a quiet, tree-lined street when I lived there from 1965 to 1969, the longest I’d ever stayed in one place until that time. My apartment was … Continue reading 4. CITY COLLEGE, CLASS OF ‘69
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