When I first moved here sixteen years ago, Shepherdstown was seeing a new wave of neo-hippies in town, the seventh-or-so such wave since the ‘60s. Drumming was a regular activity at The Wall; dreads seemed to be more popular than grey hair; and where Kazu is now, there was a shop called Dragonfly—full of tie-dye, sarongs, and guayaberas. Read the Full Story >>