Fifty-Five Years From a Field of Grass
Fifty-five years dreamed like yesterday. The Woodstock generation is slipping into their twilight years. Here we are, August 2024, celebrating
Read moreFifty-five years dreamed like yesterday. The Woodstock generation is slipping into their twilight years. Here we are, August 2024, celebrating
Read moreThe other night I was watching the movie, Woodstock: The Director’s Cut. What memories. Almost from the very start there
Read moreIn a post that could possibly make a bunch of us look old (primarily because we are old), I want
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