ABSTRACT
I remember once in my young and foolish days (which are perhaps indistinguishable from my present condition except that I’m nearly twenty years older) I decided late one night to visit a friend of mine who lived in a tent located in the far reaches of a 500-acre sheep ranch outside of Eugene, Oregon. This was the time of the Back-to-the-Earth Movement, and particularly in Eugene, having friends who resided in tents and tepees was not unusual. The scene sounds odd, I know-all of these middle-class folks exploring the noble savagery of their Rouseauvian roots, sitting around tribal campfires, sharing oral histories, creating and transmitting a “counter” culture...and the sniffles. At the time, however, these kinds of activities seemed like important social experiments to many people.
