As someone who spent three months in Haight Ashbury SF during the Summer of Love in 1967, I think there is a certain naivetè that kicks in that leads to more trust than is warranted or wise. Although we were about Jennifer’s age at the time, my husband and I came out unscathed because we had each other and only dabbled lightly in LSD and marijuana. We didn’t anssociate with annyone who did hard drugs, so we weren’t easy targets. But Jennifer may have been. I’ve never thought she was a bad person, just someone who interacted with the bad ones unknowingly. Sadly.
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