Woodstock has since loomed larger. Some of the bands that played there became favorites of mine within three or four years of the event.
There's a store near my house called Woodstock Trading Company. They sell beads, incense, Grateful Dead t-shirts, fairy balls, candles, essential oils, and jewelry. In short, one of Anne's happy places.
EXHIBIT A: WOODSTOCK TRADING COMPANY, CHERRY HILL, NJ
On Saturday, the folks at Woodstock threw a 50th anniversary party in honor of Woodstock (the festival). I got done up in my tie-dye, but when I got there it was pretty hot. So I came home.
But not before the dear proprietors of Woodstock Trading Company gave me a present. They had found a vulture feather and saved it for me, tied to a piece of hemp.
May the bored gods keep and guide my very own Woodstock family! Peace.
5 comments:
The Woodstock Trading Co. sounds like my kinda place!
I was 15 in 69; no way in hell were my "parental units gonna let me go to woodstock.
I'mma check out this shop; I LOVE hippie stuff like that!
You are clearly a beloved customer! Enjoy the vulture feather!
I wanted to go but I was a working single mother with 2 young boys..but I saw the movie..haha
I was in Vietnam, so I missed it.
the Ol'Buzzard
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