Wrapped in a psychedelic halo, I dived into another time, another pace, another place.
Gene could come along or not. Trailing tendrils of weed, some choice blotter acid stashed in my bell-bottoms, I drifted into another generation and I wasn't coming back.
Two ways to do a trip through the 20th Century:
Click here to return to the little photos to choose your next stop on the trip.
Click on the butterfly for a chronologically guided trip.
TRANSITIONS
