While I was working on Peace, Love, and a '59 Plymouth, I came across an old photo by Jim Marshall of one of the Diggers' s free stores. These folks fed hundreds in Golden Gate park and operated some free medical clinic although those activities were secondary to a commitment to creating a society free of money and private property.
What impressed me was their willingness to work damn hard to create a community. Most of the kids that showed up in San Francisco during the summer of '67 were basically bums, interested in sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll -- not a bad ethos but where are ya gonna live, Sport? Waddaya gonna eat? How you gonna get rid of the clap?
Bless the Diggers