Man, I Love Hippies

Counterculture Went Mainstream in My Town. The Result: Organic Arugula and Wide Bike Lanes.

I’m not a hippie. I don’t have dreadlocks. I smell just fine. I don’t smoke pot. I don’t even call anyone “man.” But man, I love hippies.

I owe the way I live my life to hippies. For lunch today, I went across the street and bought a sandwich with locally sourced chicken, avocado, and arugula. This weekend, as I do every weekend, I’ll get up early and head over to the farmers market, where I’ll wait in long lines without complaint. What I can’t find there, I’ll pick up at …