By The Time I Got to Woodstock We Were Half a Million Strong

Memories of the nineteen sixties appear to me in flashes. I flash on being dismissed from Junior High early without explanation, walking past rows of houses wondering why so many people were standing on their lawns, ears glued to their transistor radios, and crying. It was November 22…

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Jeff Wild

Jeff Wild

An old freak looking for a way to survive in a world I no longer understand, but through my writing, pretend I do.