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WHEN A KID in a tie-dyed Grateful Dead T-shirt hits you up for change on San Francisco’s Haight Street, don’t be annoyed. He’s only doing his part to keep the spirit of the 1967 Summer of Love alive, a half-century on. Despite the arrival of boutiques selling $840 sneakers and $165 hoodies, and the slow fade of almost every shop that lined the street in the 1960s, the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood remains evocatively off-kilter. Old Victorian storefronts and homes, some painted extroverted shades like canary-yellow and indigo, distinguish the district, aka “the Haight” or “the Upper Haight.” And scruffy teens still…