Only in Woodstock! I love the way Albert had this sheepish look as if I had just caught him shopping for tie-dye, his apparent guilty pleasure.
We took a trip to Woodstock 2 weeks ago to see the Midnight Ramble, which I still need to write about. But in the mean time I have a series of amazing blogworthy shots that I have to share. I will do another post on just signage and probably one more on oddities. Yeh, I am back, alright.
This picture was taken in what Gary called ‘that other little hippie store’.
We split up for a little while and this is how the conversation went:
Me: Where are you now?
Gary: In that other little hippie store.
Me: Um, we are in Woodstock, you are going to have to be a little more specific.
A few minutes later I called Dr. Jimmy to again find out where they were. Here is how that went:
Me: Where are you now?
Dr. Jimmy: In front of the headshop
Me: Again, you are going to need to be a little more specific.
Woodstock was fun but a little too much like a hippie museum. Sort of like the 60s version of Disney. But it was fun. And hey, where else can you go from store to store and hear all Dylan all the time?
i could cry but i don't have time 
I would love to ramble from store to store hearing old rock music.