I was only about seven years old, but I remember as clear as day a miniscule moment from a weekend that I spent with my step-father some time around 1969. Me and my half-bother (my step-father’s son) were spending the weekend at my step-father’s apartment with him and his girlfriend. We were going out to an outdoor concert. We’d just left the apartment and started walking down the stair to the car. Then my step-father said, "Wait! We forgot the Love Beads." He went back to get them.
DFHness ensued for the rest of the afternoon.