By the Time we got to Woodstock

Sixteen, pampered and fearless. We took my mother’s car and Leona drove to beautiful up-state New York, a Music and Art Fair, Aquarian exposition. How great did that sound?  I’d packed my coolest clothes and tucked my pillow with its starched white cover under my arm and set off on an adventure. The traffic crawled. Leona stillContinue reading “By the Time we got to Woodstock”

Woodstock, the Dawn of Day Two

We headed downhill to check out the lay of the land. It’d been a great night but a long one and those damp rows of corn patch were not conducive to sleep. We found the main path which led us down towards stage-right. We’d been hearing about these “Hog Farm” folks from the announcers. They’d competently set up a first-aid clinic andContinue reading “Woodstock, the Dawn of Day Two”

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”