Where have all the flower children gone, long time passing?

Once upon a time, the flower children made love, not war, staged be-ins, danced at mass outdoor rock concerts, wore tie-dye, let the sun shine in, and smoked a considerable variety of vegetable matter.

What are they doing now?

This is a question about people you know personally, not famous figures and career hippies. Do you have parents, grandparents, older relatives and friends who admit to having been actively a part of the so-called sixties generation (even if they don’t remember it), and if so, what did they grow up to be?

I was never a genuine hippie myself; I had a day job and a day costume, and I came out in my beads and sandals and let my hair hang down only in my off hours. But I was there in Boston’s summer of love, 1967, got run off the Common by police paddy wagons, bought Zig-Zags, saw newly released 2001: A Space Odyssey in an altered state, and didn’t trust anyone over thirty.

I grew up to be a publications professional, spending part of my career as a freelancer and part on staff, with never the least desire to rise on the corporate ladder or be anyone’s boss. My fondest wish is still to publish fiction.

How about the others? What do you know personally of how grown-up hippies turned out and what they have done with their lives?