Even before the lights come up it’s obvious this is a magnificently audacious production.
Rumors proliferate in Woodstock like botulism in an ancient can of tuna fish. So until it failed to go away, I paid little mind to the one in the headline. A single visit to the town offices, however, and the gossip was at least partially substantiated. Someone named Erin Moran had indeed purchased 24 acres of land under and around one of Woodstock’s less advertised treasures (which occupies approximately 125 acres) for a dollar.
On May 11, Peter M. Mayer, international publishing legend, founder of The Overlook Press, and Woodstocker of more than 50 years, succumbed to amyloidosis at the age of 82.
Pia Öste-Alexander, artist, activist, matriarch, and proud Woodstocker, died in her Wittenberg home after a brief illness on New Year’s Day at the age of 86.
Although it sometimes seems Woodstock has ridden the coat-tails of what didn’t happen here more than what did, the town has indeed been graced with several geniuses, two of whom endured allegations of “imposter!” and taught the world much through such endurance.
Whether you head off to Woodstock’s big community center Thanksgiving or go to friends’ and/or family’s private tables, be sure to raise a glass to Levon and the other fallen heroes. Be sure to invite those still living. And don’t forget the chestnuts!
Breaking the Code is the most audacious — if modest — production in PAW’s illustrious history.
With the death of Dean Schambach October 25 Woodstock lost its Cyrano de Bergerac, its Don Quixote — a man of talents and ambitions so vast their full achievement became ‘The Impossible Dream.’
The guy had a vision. He came from somewhere twisted. Or maybe he came from somewhere that wasn’t twisted, and so perceived more clearly what the rest of us preferred to see as straight.
Father Francis radically changed the spiritual life of Woodstock more than any Christian clergyman before or since.