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>It was one wild and crazy time. Walking through a >"street" with dealers selling drugs on both sides, I >came up on a girl with a boa around her neck. I was >eyeall to eyeball with the forked tongued beast.Stood >on a muddy island in the middle of a hug mud puddle >with Heather and watched the Allman Bros up close and >glassy eyed. Slept on a blanket under the open skies, >took a shower in a vendor shack and sat in the middle >of a seemingly endless sea of naked people. High, >high, high. Walked for miles to get there and then get >out of there. Car lights on the road across the valley >wound their way out of sight. Hitchhiked to and from >the event.Shew.... > >>Greetings Doug... thanks for your story. If you'd like >>to work on expanding it, I'd be more than happy to put >>it up at the site. Just because it's been 35 years >>doesn't mean some details won't come flooding back >>once you develop a timeline. I was able to reconstruct >>my trip to WG from some notes I wrote when I came >>home, my photos, and news clippings. It can be found >>here: >><a rel=nofollow target=_blank >>href="http://www.chronos-historical.org/rockfest/Watki >n >>sGlen/story1.html">http://www.chronos-historical.org/r >o >>ckfest/WatkinsGlen/story1.html</a>

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