Everyone had a "handle" - a nickname, at the Folkie Palace.
Over the next couple of months, my friends and I taught Sarah how to shop in the Haymarket from the pushcarts at closing time.
Winter on Beacon Hill was one long slip & slide down the slushy streets.
I like to believe that unlike the later hippie phenomena, Folkies were diverse as a group.
It's nice to be remembered.
I always think it best to start with the disclaimers. I am not now nor ever was associated with any intelligence agency. Like most of my ilk, Folkie, I believe that intelligence and government agency represents a truly tactless oxymoron.
My friends described the backside of Beacon Hill in the '60s as a working-class slum. Not at all an accurate description. Worn at the heels, seen better times, shabbily genteel; those were better descriptors.