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The Man With the Long Black Hair

A few days ago, I received a beautiful, tenderly written letter from someone I met 38 years ago. I was 14 at the time, and he was 27. It was the summer of 1973 and the place was Fire Island, New York. For anyone who lived to experience Ocean Beach in their teens or twenties during this historically crazy time, I can guarantee that if the drugs didn't wipe out your every last brain cell, then your memory of this summer was more than likely a great one.

It was during that summer that I fell in love with the man with the long black hair.

 

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