Was it the fall of 1966 or the winter of ’67? As the Haight saying goes, if you can remember the Summer of Love, dude, you probably weren’t there. The fog was laced with pot, sandalwood incense and burning draft cards, entire days were spent contemplating Day-Glo Grateful Dead posters, and the corner of Haight and Ashbury Sts became the turning point for an entire generation.
Flashbacks are a given in the Haight, which still has its swinging-’60s tendencies. The fog remains fragrant downwind of neighborhood marijuana dispensaries, and tie-dyes and ideals have never entirely gone out of fashion here – hence the prized vintage rock tees on the wall at Wasteland, organic-farming manuals in their umpteenth printing at Bound Together Anarchist Book Collective, and judgment-free treatment for bad trips and unfortunate itches at the Haight-Ashbury Free Clinic. At the corner of Haight and Cole, see how far humanity has come in Joana Zegri's 1967 Evolution Rainbow mural, showing life forms evolving from the Pleistocene era to the Age of Aquarius.