Can you see me? I'm waving...

We went to the "SUMMER OF LOVE" 40th Anniversary concert in Golden Gate Park, near the Haight in San Francisco over the weekend. What a nice day! We took B.A.R.T. (bay area rapid transit) which funneled us under the bay, because the Bay Bridge was closed for repair, and then after getting off at the last stop on Haight Street, we walked and walked through the park to the event. There were all kinds of people to see, from all generations. The people-watching was more fun than than the music... and it all blended together in one giant harmonious melange. There were the youngsters sporting rasta dreads, engaged in face painting, hugging each other with the exuberance that youth is brimming with; there were old hippies who were old even during the original 1967 summer of love, sporting long tiedyed skirts, long grey hair and headbands. There were conga lines of people selling pot-laced brownies, streams of folks wending their way through the blanket-strewn grass bearing political signs, others carrying tree limbs and begging for donations to help the tree-sitters at the Cal Berkeley campus. Clouds of bubbles were blowing in the breeze, and people were smiling everywhere you looked. Some kids were perched high on a hillside bordering the field under the giant eucalyptus trees, while others were actually in the trees hoping for a better view. Way down in front was the stage, where Moby Grape, members of Canned Heat, Jefferson Starship and Taj Mahal sang and celebrated the memory of the 1967 era when things were different. There was no violence, unhappiness, or anything ugly to mar the mood of the day, and after soaking up hours of sunshine, free love and good tunes, we picked up and headed out of the park. A beautiful day indeed.