There was rock 'n roll and there was the Beatles. Their last concert anywhere, ever, was in San Francisco on August 29, 1966, and later it was hard not to see some connection with the counter culture that would be bursting onto the world from the same location in only six months.

I love getting into strange people's cars almost as much as I love having strange people get into my car. It sounds crazy, and maybe I'm too trusting, but what I do know is that I have done rideshare approximately one billion times, and have never had a bad experience.

When I stood outside the door of Francine's Waller Street pad that night in June 1966, I was desperate and anxious.

Through much of that summer of '67, the Summer of Love, Tim was the very first Haight-Ashbury "hippie" many tourists saw.

A stroll down Haight Street today will undoubtedly evoke a certain 1960s nostalgia. Live guitar music still warbles from street corners, tie-dyed t...

We were in my cramped, dingy bedroom in the Mission District flat I shared with three other San Francisco State students in that spring of 1967. "What's that?" I asked of tablets in a baggie she held up to me. "Acid," Ruth replied.

It may be slight and subtle, but when you turn from a side street onto Haight Street, there is a click, and he feels it now as he turns onto the south side of Haight heading west.