by Rick Davidson | December 1, 1968 The history of urban man is punctuated by his inhumanity to his fellow man which began, I imagine, when he first kicked his brother from the...
by John Haag Would you believe dancing in our Venice streets? Non-violent police? An art festival the length of Ocean Front Walk? A Venice radio station? Cooperative, low-cost housing? An art cinema and...
by Carol Fondiller | December 1, 1968 The following is a first-hand report of a true incident. The narrator prefers to remain anonymous. Hey, man, what the hell can you do? I mean...
by Jane Gordon | Dec 1, 1968 Next time you’re in the Post Office — standing in line at 10 of 5, right? With half of Venice lined up ahead of you, like...
