From the beginning, I was uncomfortable about the youngsters at P-Kay. There was a collection of young girls—I guessed them to be between thirteen and fifteen, give or take. They were all dopers. Several were pregnant, for the others it was just a matter of time. I was also uneasy about the children. Hippy kids are born into a world where there are no rules. Blame it on my mid-western roots—I believed that children need some kind of structure and they don’t need to live in an environment where clothing is optional and there are brightly colored pills are left lying around everywhere.
My contribution to the community, and the real reason for our invitation, had to do with my wood working skills. By this time I was an accomplished cabinet maker and all around carpenter. Celine was well know
