If you were to look at my brother, the first words that would come to mind would be “old hippie.” That’s because he is an old hippie. My brother was of the first cohort of Baby Boomers, born in 1949, which makes him 75 now. His hair and beard have long since gone gray, but he still wears a ponytail, and his beard is still considerable if a bit thinned out by age. He still favors colorful shirts, although he doesn’t have much tie-dye anymore. And, yes, he really was a hippie, back when they first thought it up,
I was born 13 years after my brother, and at the age he was, well, hippy-ing around the country I was working as a campaign volunteer for Ronald Reagan’s 1980 campaign, and then decided to follow our Dad and our paternal grandfather into Army service.
Needless to say, my brother and I haven’t always seen eye to eye on the issues of the day. But he’s…
