For the Fitzpatricks, ‘the Village’ was the Henry James scene they saw out Dr. Sklar’s windows and ‘those dear little shops’ that Mrs. Fitzpatrick and her daughters occasionally visited. (‘I didn’t even know there was an East Village,’ Mr. Fitzpatrick said. ‘I’ve heard of the Lower East Side, but the East Village?’)
But for 18-year-old Linda—at least in the last 10 weeks of her life—the Village was a different scene whose ingredients included crash pads, acid trips, freaking out, psychedelic art, witches and warlocks.
The Two Worlds of Linda Fitzpatrick: October 16, 1967. The New York Times.