Acid Trips

     I have two vivid memories from the late 60s: Walking across the bridge over the Ho Ho Kus Brook from the Graydon parking lot, there were several naked stoned-out teenagers lying in repose in the brook. Dad told me they were "very tired." I learned later that they had been to Woodstock. My dad came home from RHS, disgusted that he had to spend his lunch hour "guarding" the faculty coffeepot. It seems the RHS Principal was afraid the students might "spike it" with LSD. I am glad I missed out on THAT nonsense!