I feel proprietorial over the 1970’s. I grew up in that era in Woodstock, NY, in a run-down Victorian house with hippie parents. We drove around in an old Cadillac, spent our non-school days running through the woods with the neighbor children or working on art projects. I knew kids who grew up to be famous, but back then they were just awkward and mud …
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