Mountain and Jingles use to rent a farmhouse where they spent summers hosting pig roasts and playing volleyball with the sound of the Ozark Mountain Daredevils and Led Zeppelin blaring from their porch speakers.

Jingles’ tendency to collect strays and misfits always made parties interesting. So did the Pisces in her, which sparked her interest in spirituality. Jingles often enlisted psychics and numerologists to entertain party guests.

During the day, she worked as a horticulturist at a nearby nursery and grew plants in every room of their farmhouse—some of them for medicinal purposes. Since he believes that helping others creates good karma, Mountain taught art at the local high school. Of course, having his summers free allowed him to wander all over America with his Harley club.

On Sundays he and Jingles liked to read (he, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, she, Siddhartha) or ride his Harley to county fairs or craft fairs to meet their friends.

The years flowed by. Mountain and Jingles both mellowed like fine wine. As the 70’s merged into the 80’s they traded hippie gear for disco, always retaining their inner hippie core, which they merged with the times.

The couple bought a house in town, started having children, and partied less. During summers the family camped and traveled together bohemian style, to national parks, theme parks, renaissance fairs, and civil war reenactments.

Their child rearing philosophy combined Mountain’s strict work ethic with Jingles’ carefree, expose-children-to-everything attitude. They now have two children and three grandchildren.

Thirty-some years later, the original stoned seniors are still mellowing out.