I'm a proto-hippie. I was the model off of which they drew the overall ideal.

I started doing radio at KMPX, the first of the underground rock 'n' roll stations.

They sold the radio station, and the guy that came up was ideologically opposed to anything to the left of Genghis Khan so I was dispensed with. Now I'm fortunate enough to be in residence and I'm syndicated at six stations.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!

Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.

I have been to Guantanamo. It's a model prison. Is it ideal? No. But we live in a very un-ideal world.

They looked at me, in my hippie garb, with horror and disgust, the Decline of Western Civilisation suddenly plopped in their midst.