Feeding Boulder’s burgeoning immigrant population was becoming a problem. An estimated 1,000 hirsute hobos were showing up in Boulder every week, bringing with them a panhandling epidemic. The business community was freaking out, and blaming them for the growing trash problems on the Hill, even though most of the trash was food wrappers and beer cans, likely not the discards of pot-smoking long hairs, but those of partying frat boys. Ever the idealist, though, I decided that I could do something to make peace, and so I went to some of the business owners and suggested we hold a hippie/straight people meeting.
Pioneers of Leisure 