Hendrix and Home from Woodstock

“What the hell is that?” “It’s ‘50’s music, Sha Na Na.” “Tell me I didn’t sleep through Hendrix.” “Nope.” Leona peeled her blanket up. The population of Woodstock had thinned during the night. The campers on the crest and half the audience had gone, believing as we did, that Hendrix was a no-show. What aContinue reading “Hendrix and Home from Woodstock”