You wouldn't believe me if I told you. So, I might as well claim that I was abducted by aliens from another planet. One of the chief aliens said there are two kinds of science fiction: they come here or we go there.
In spite of carrying two cameras and plenty of batteries through the four-days of rain at Waterloo Village in Stanhope, N.J., I only have one pictue of myself that shows I might have been there speaking with one of the head aliens, a fellow called Billy Collins. He's the Arnold Stang of poetry.
To see some of the photos I took click here.
I was quoted in someone's blog for saying something sort of clever. You can decide that for yourself.
Woodstock, wordstock, mud sock? Every picture tells a story, donut?
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