Anybody ever been to Fisk or Quarry Hill commune, up near Burlington, Vermont? There’s a 300 ft. deep marble quarry beside the place. A friend flew us up from NYC. It was interesting, neat and hygienic (nothing like I’d been told a commune was like) but still not my cup of tea. I met George Fisk (I think it was him), but I wasn’t the type to get turned on by older mentor types. The kids of these aging hippies were my age, and since they lived in a relatively isolated area, visitors seemed were fresh meat. They were too eager; or maybe I was just too uptight. I like having my own stuff and knowing where it is when I want it; and locks on my door. Dead-bolt New Yorker to the bitter end.

Great swimming in that hole, though; especially by moonlight. Maybe if I had taken a few tokes when it was constantly passed around and a few sips, I would have fit right in.