Many people I know in Los Angeles believe that the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969, ended at the exact moment when word of the murders on Cielo Drive traveled like brushfire through the community, and in a sense this is true. The tension broke that day. The paranoia was fulfilled.
We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live: Collected Nonfiction (ed. Everyman's Library, 2006)