It was late December, and the dulcettones of Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic”played softly on the massive stereospeakers as a gaggle of hippies sprawledacross the living room. They sat in chairs,reposed atop the three giant sofas andclustered along the floor in little groups.Huge, fragrant candles flickered off ofblacklight posters and shone in the dilatedpupils of … Continuar leyendo “Beth, Circa 1970” by Bill Tope