June 18, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
The primaries are just about finished now and here we are, still in California. The good news is that we received our marching orders to go back east, to Washington D.C. The bad news is that we have to leave California to get there.
I do love it here. I love the weather, the pebbly beaches and how everyone looks so fresh-scrubbed and clean. It's fun here. Playful and happy. It's hard to be sad when it's always sunny. Plus there are so many young people like me around. Everyone seems to be from somewhere else. There's lots of good bands in town. It's so alive here.
But now, we're on our way back east. Baby John is coming with us, even though he doesn't know what he'll do when he gets there. Craig is relieved that someone else will be driving, though he keeps asking Baby John if he's steady on the wheel. "How good are you? How fast will you go over the limit?"
Craig's hair is getting long and he doesn't want to cut it. It's past his ears and, he says, there's no need to cut it since the primaries are essentially over. He might talk to people, or he might talk on the phone. But either way, he's not going to cut his hair for anyone. It's pointless.
It's easy to say that here in Los Angeles, where all the hip people are wearing their hair long. But when he goes back east, it's going to be different. I'm willing to bet that we'll all get our hair cut when we go back. I don't think long hair is in style in Washington.
In fact, I might even have to start wearing stockings again.
Tomorrow, we leave. Bright and early. Ready or not. And no stopping at hotels this time. It's going to be a straight through, all the way.
