You can’t just pass through the Catskills without spending at least some time in Woodstock. It’s the law I think.
It’s an interesting mix of early American colonial.
And post ‘60s kitsch.
A church was displaying memorials for people who have died of Covid.
Just down the street you could get in touch with your inner past lives.
I kept wondering what they did with the rest of the heads.
But make no mistake, this is a town of causes. And Trump ain’t one of them.
Get the message?
When our Florida governor finally kicks off his inevitable presidential campaign I do not recommend he begin in Woodstock.
It’s a very bookish town.
I got nothin’.
Buy a cup. Ponder homelessness.
That’s not me on the left. Just for the record.