The Odyssey of a Hippie Marijuana Grower
A historic look at the hippie era, and how the election of Ronald Reagan ended an epic cultural age. Jack never felt free until he lived in San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury. But his freedom was in peril. The 1960s were over, and an era was closing. When the door slammed shut, there was no exit. Most of his friends cut their hair and took straight jobs in a world becoming more corporate and increasingly structured. It was a fate worse than death. But he wasn't ready to capitulate. There might be another way. For as long as he could remember, he wanted to live in the country. Now divorced, everyone he asked looked at him as if he was crazy. Under strange circumstances, he met a young chick who agreed to be his partner in his new pastoral life but throughout, received psychic warning that to be with her would lead to disaster. In a valley deep in the Cascade Mountains of Southern Oregon, they lived in a barn and grew marijuana. Jack always believed farming was risky, especially growing an illegal crop with dangers lurking in the shadows. While hitchhiking across country, he experienced a past life and learned he was an Indian and lived on the plains. Throughout, he sensed there was a connection between his new companion and his Native American life only time and tribulation would reveal.