The Pink House was like an underground United Nations. Chapel Hill's aspiring artists, musicians, poets, DJ's, activists, actors, writers, nudists, flutists, knuckleheads, and couch-surfers, all living together in (relative) harmony, united by their common bohemianism. Life inside the Pink House often consisted of weird shit happening at all hours, every day, it rarely stopped. And there's something about that place that won't allow the vibe to ever fully dissipate. / PinkHouseForever.org
Tuesday, July 10, 1984
Chapel Hill back in the 80's
(Note from 2014 - Erik Donald France, who graduated from UNC in the mid-80s and was a former Algonquin Books and Internationalist Books employee, authors a great blog called Erik's Choice. In numerous posts, including a particularly evocative one dated July 10, 1984, he remembers Chapel Hill as it existed when Peggie Porter's crew were guarding the spirit of the Pink House.)
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