I took the conventional path when I was in college.

I wore argyle sweaters, pleated skirts and a necklace with a mustard seed pendant around my neck. I dated my now-husband, who wore button-down shirts with loops on the back and a herringbone jacket. He sported mutton chops and smoked a pipe.

When we walked on the wild side, we listened to Joan Baez and Buffy Saint-Marie, and once or twice we went to a coffee house (where they really did serve coffee). We thought about leaving convention behind completely, maybe heading west, but that is as far as it ever got.