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Jan Jackson and Tom Jones, holding the hippie dog, ran a Midtown hippie commune at Penn and 8th Streets called The Zoo. Atlanta commune hippies were gracious and Southern in their welcoming of strangers in their midst. Too much so. Sometimes these turned out to be narcs or weird, criminal types whose counterculture credentials were little more than long hair and the over-use of the word "Man." I lived in a Decatur commune called "Big Shanty" with the Last Great Jive Ass Jug Band. We sat on the porch of the crumbling old Victorian and terrified the passing coeds from Agnes Scott College with jug band music and ribald humor.xt.
