“...This he told me. Said, I'm going down to Yasgur's Farm. Gonna join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land and set my soul free.” “Woodstock,” written by Joni Mitchell. The version that sticks with me is sung by Crosby, Stills, and Nash. Woodstock began on August 15, 1969 on Max Yasgur’s dairy farm in Bethel, New York—three glorious days of music, rain, and mud (mixed with cow manure). I didn’t get to go. At that time, I was a city kid transplanted to life be

Wow, two weeks have disappeared without a blog. Sorry about that. Here’s what’s been taking up my time. I had been working feverishly to finish my submissions for the Virginia Writers Golden Nib competition. Also, our local chapter had a multi-author showcase scheduled for August 1st. I arranged the event and had a lot of preparation to accomplish—emails flying to and fro. It all worked out great, and you can see the pictures. Just click here. Now, I have some breathing room,