I came to
woodstock to Die in 1969 - an angel saved my life.... I knew it would happen. Its 3:00 am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm thinking about the trip I made Saturday back to Bethel NY, the site of the original
woodstock Festival. I had arrived here once before in 1969, now 39 years later I embraced the woman then a girl who had saved my life. I had arrived upon the shores of White Lake way back then, on an old junker motorcycle, a suicide machine as battered and beat up as my ow...
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