Growing up in Newport was a wild ride. America was in a mood of post WWII celebration. Life was beautiful among a collection of the rich and not so rich. Living Newport reflected a Napoleon Hill-like world. As children, we were surrounded by the socially connected, but grew to know beatniks and beach bums as we grew into the coming Age of Aquarius. We learned the box step, specialized the surfer stomp and ended up acid dancing. Boomers became a generation of patriot soldiers and peace freaks, athletes and couch potatoes. Many were fierce hunters of nature, while others became concerned conservationists.