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Dudley’s writers group with Michael as leader and people from SAC (Spiritual Awareness Community)… I was given this name, location and subject. – Abigail, San Francisco, Confusion – and the prompt was – The last thing she wanted to do was leave the place.

It was the so-called Summer of Love in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco, and Abigail was in a state of absolute confusion. She had just arrived a week earlier from her home town in remote Central Oregon. That was a small logging town named Bend, and it was only fifty years since the railroad had been built to take out the lumber and bring a modicum of civilization to the local lumberjacks, farmers, and cowboys. It was a beautiful place with mountain views, a fine river, and, if you liked fishing, lots of entertainment.

The people there in Bend were serious-minded, and their minds were focused on making a living and enjoying their family life. Their social life was comfortable and conservative with the big challenges coming in the form of the annual cooking competitions at the county fair. The life was thought to be as good as it could be, and no one wanted anyone to change their homey lifestyle. The limit of most folks’ ambitions was to make a little more money, add a few more acres plowed on their farm, or a room added to their home, perhaps a newer car, but that was about it. Life was good the way it was.

Abigail had been named after her grandmother, and her mother had raised Abi to be like her grandmother, and that meant being very conservative but willing to take big risks like her grandmother, who had been a pioneer when she came to Bend in a covered wagon. When Grandma Abigail got to Bend there were fewer than one hundred people, and thus everyone knew everyone and everything about everyone. There was no need for much of what the city folks called law and order, and social pressure kept everyone in line. Even the town drunk. That was the culture that Abi brought to San Francisco and to the Summer of Love.

Free drugs, free sex, free rock and roll. That meant cheap pot, cheap sex, and horrible music. Abi didn’t like any of it. She didn’t participate, she watched, she thought, she rejected it all. Then one day she met Bill. He was a guy from a little town in Idaho, called Homedale. He was so different from the boys she knew back in Bend, he was exciting and had grown up on a farm and knew all about cows and apple trees.

It was only a month into the Summer of Love and Abi was pregnant. They decided to move back to Homedale where Bill knew he could get a job. And so they did and lived happily ever after.

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