In 1974, when Chapel Hill, North Carolina, half-jokingly referred to itself as “the Berkeley of the South,” I was teaching at the university there and had bought part-interest in the Community Bookstore, which stocked natural foods and alternative books. The store was a beacon to travelers crisscrossing the U.S. in homemade campers and VW buses, as well as to locals living a bohemian lifestyle. (At the time, The Sun rented office space in a little yellow house across the street.)