This is the latest installment of a series about young native Woodstockers who have either stayed in the community or have come back home.
Remember those childhood days when you gathered all of the adults into the living room, or the yard, or the back porch for a performance put on by yours truly and sometimes a few others? They would always oblige at some point in the begging and then sit through the performance with the impatience of saints. Sometimes they were wowed, and most of the time, the adults were placating and encouraging. Simi Sernaker . . .
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