In my high school daze, I used to ride the PATH tube to Greenwich Village looking for the beatnik world in bookstores and coffee shops.   I was too late as the scene was evolving into the hippy thing and the sound of psychedelic rock was eclipsing jazz.  That's another story, but I always grabbed a copy of the Village Voice to read on the way home.  Didn't know left from right back then, but the drugs were...well, you know.  LQL!