When sculptor and poet John Crew met me at his Wenatchee home for an interview, he was sporting a tie-dyed T-shirt. Along with his distinguished-looking white beard, I imagined he was an aging hippie who had done well in life, but John quickly clarified that point.
“I graduated from high school in Chelan in 1958,” he said. “I’ll be 71 this year. I remember back in the ’60s someone yelling at me and calling me a hippie. I didn’t even know what a hippie was; I thought they were telling me I had a big butt.”