Where Have You Gone, Neil Abercrombie?
I once knew a man who was a taxi-driving hippie anarchist in Honolulu.
It was the early 1970’s and I was a student at UH Manoa. We didn’t really know each other, but I knew of him. You couldn’t avoid knowing about him in those days. The loud, brash comments about establishment politicians, how things had to change, and how he was running for office to start the revolution and change the world from the inside.
I liked what he had to say. It made sense. I viewed him as a “friend”.
That taxi-driving hippie anarchist in Honolulu was Neil Abercrombie.
Sadly, he’s turned into just the sort of man he hated.