Dropping Out

Many of my friends and favorite professors at college were expelled after attempting to take over the ROTC building. They moved to Southern Vermont and started a commune there. I followed. We lived in an old farmhouse with a pot-belly stove in every room and became "farmers." I lived for a while in a cabin in the woods, a "dropout" in my own right.

Yes, we were harrassed. The townspeople would laugh at us: which is the boy and which the girl. They sometimes would try to run us down. We held gatherings with the other communes and had a big communal garden. We held feasts around a communal stew pot. The townies ran over our garden with tractors in the middle of the night.

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