The guy on this cover looks like a regular guy circa 2019. Times have changed.
I wonder if the Hippie Doctor was at Woodstock? They needed help with the brown and flat blue acid, man. He looks tough enough to subsist on apples, gruel, and JCC sammiches, man.
The last word goes to CSNY, man:
One day in 7th grade I sat down in home room and the teacher started ranting about The Beatles, who’d just arrived in NYC. And, of course, especially their obscenely long hair. I hadn’t heard of them before that, so when I got home I looked through the paper and found a picture of them all sitting on a couch at some press gathering. They looked pretty normal to me, albeit with “long” hair. A few years later I had that same “long” hair, which resulted in things like kids throwing rocks at me and any other offenders. By the time the 70s rolled around, everybody’s grandfather had hair that long; after all, we’re just talking about it hanging slightly over your ears.
And beards, like the Hippie Doctor there? Dick van Dyke did a movie whose entire plot was the outrage he faced when, as a bank employee, he grew a neat beard.
Since you’re a Bay Area native, I thought you might remember this guy, the original hippie doctor, Dr. HipPocrates.
I do indeed. I’m glad to hear that he’s still with us.