I remember most of the ghosts evoked in this article. I never thought I was but I guess I was one of the hippies across the valley, cresent bay crew (near Brown Creek division). I very much liked visiting S/H. There was almost always something going on. I remember one night eating home made doe-nuts and looking at Venus through a telescope and thinkin " rings and rings and rings". Funny, I never much thought of anyone as Yanks or Canuks, just a bunch of people all (mostly) goin in one direction. Oh, and the music. Nice place to strum. Anyway, many thanks for the read.
sarge AKA chip
