Archive for May, 2013

My Woodstock (Part VIII)

Thursday, May 16th, 2013

…..I remember standing there in front of the horse-trough; the slow boiling water; the heat it gave off adding to summer heat. I remember the many livestock buckets of thick, black rubber and regular buckeks of dented metal. Buckets that had the hard boiled eggs cooling in them. Where the long, long line would never […]

My Woodstock (Part VII)

Thursday, May 16th, 2013

…..My decision made. I turned west upon that only road…..And Mike, the year-old St. Bernard and I began the long walk under sunny skies. From where we started and I do not know the exact distance, but I shall guess as I write this, saying about four to five miles…..The very first leg of the […]

My Woodstock (Part VI)

Thursday, May 16th, 2013

…..So, now that Mike was settled down. His St. Bernard eyes jumping from the pretty girl to the Spanish kitchen worker….. I, first, checked if the poor girl was alive. Thank God yes; for she moaned. I quickly looked around; jumped for the nearby lake. I took off my t-shirt, soaked it; hurried back. I […]