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Back in September 1969, some friends and I convened from various East Coast locations to go to a concert at the Fillmore East in New York City. We had missed the Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil" tour and, as members of the counterculture, felt we were duty-bound. So we chose a performance by some serious heavy-hitters of the time: Country Joe and the Fish and the Grateful Dead. The Master Woodman takes a hike What truly cheers me up through these dog days of summer is the thought that two old friends of mine are up north on a canoe trip in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area and that I am not there with them. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR It started with Nevada Last week a story appeared in newspapers that probably seemed to most readers to be the ultimate inside-baseball kind of story that politics produces. |
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