was to counter their convention of death with our festival of life. While the Democrats would present politicians giving speeches at the convention center, we would present rock bands playing in the park. There would be booths with information about drugs and alternatives to the draft. Our mere presence would be our statement. We needed a name, so that reporters could have a who for their journalistic who-what-when-where-and-why lead paragraphs.! felt a brainstorm coming on and went from the living room to the bedroom so that | could concentrate. Our working title was the International Youth Festival. But the initials lYF were a meaningless acronym. | paced back and forth, juggling titles to see if | could come up with words whose initials would make a good acronym.| tried Youth International Festival. YIF. It sounded like KIF. Kids International Festival? Nope, too contrived. Back to YIF. But what could make YIP? Now that would be ideal because then the word Yippie could be derived organically. Of course, “Yippie” was already a traditional shout of spontaneous joy, but we could be the Yippies! It had exactly the right attitude. Yippies was the most appropriate name to signify the radicalization of hippies. What a perfect media myth that would be—the Yippies! And then, working backward, it hit me. Youth International Party! It was a natural. Youth: This HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015421