My Little Town boasts a government official who is a teenager.
I suppose this fits people's vision of Woodstock, and their associations with the free love and open-mindness of the famous 1969 music festival, which actually took place some 40 miles from here.
But the way I look at it, the appointment of 18 year old Liam Kahn as the town's Deputy Supervisor, as reported by George Pattison in The Woodstock Times this week, fits right into my life. I pick up The Woodstock Times each week at either Woodstock Automotive or Woodstock Meats.
I arrived here quite by accident three years ago. A man from neighboring West Hurley who knew of me came to New York City, picked me up off the street and deposited me Here. He saved my life in a beautiful old family carriage house in the woods.
Now I live just off Tinker Street, Woodstock's main "strip". Yes, David Bowie and and Iman do live up a little mountain road, but their presence here is likely to manifest itself in something uncomplicated, like stopping by The White Gryphon, a curio shop where there are almost as many birds as people, and looking for directions somewhere.
Likewise Levon Helm, whose music with The Band formed a significant part of the soundtrack of my life, His regular "Rambles" are just a place for people to make music. Icons and luminaries are just people passing on the street here.
"The Woodstock in people's imagination is but a memory here," said Rev. Scott St. John, who drummed for Barry Titus on ESP Records, opened for The Grateful Dead back in the day with the trio Tros Hombres, and played guitar with Earl C. Bennet.
What's important to me is Woodstock is a place where I can quietly write and be involved in making music and film. Across the street lives a Good Willed Detective and his beautiful family and cats and dogs. A newborn child has joined the flock.
Right next to my studio I can hear a very nice fireman chopping wood each day. We are starting to exchange books we read deep in the night and talk abut the dreams which wake us up in Nightlight.
There is an understated but flourishing Recovery and Spiritual community here. People treat each other nicely.
Incidentally, Bob Dylan used to stay in the building housing the Gryphon way back in the day.
There is no plaque outside stating this.