I came to the Strip as a runaway in ’67 at 15 years old.  I remember meeting a guy named Mike Ash and crashed with him and a bunch of folks at an apartment on 15th Street I think it was.

I was  “located” by my family and had to go home, but my parents allowed me to return weekends and hang out, simply because they knew I would run away again if I had to.

The Catacombs was the place to be at that time. I became friends with the guys from Celestial Voluptuous Banana. Good times.

I remember a few years later walking down 14th Street and folks talking about going

to Woodstock.  Everybody thought at the time it was just going to be a few bands.

Nothing special…