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”

Woodstock, a Sunday of Music and Art

“I slept though The Who? HOW do you sleep through The Who? Why didn’t you wake me?” “Because if I was sleeping like that and you woke me, I’d have punched ya.” Leona was sullen in the best of conditions. Wet, hungry, unbearably filthy and crashing from acid, no one slept and yet I’d slept throughContinue reading “Woodstock, a Sunday of Music and Art”

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”

Best Break-up Ever

  “It’s not you. It’s me,” she said. “I’m the one who is reactive and histrionic. “And I’m sorry that I called you a worthless, lying sack of shit. You are a liar. You know that. You may even be a sack of shit but that doesn’t make you worthless, Honey. You have many otherContinue reading “Best Break-up Ever”