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”