Walking Woodstock: Charles Gatewood
By default, I am the keeper of the R.Mutt Press pencil. This is a responsibility that will weigh heavily on
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Walking Woodstock: The Flaneur Reflects on the Heroin Crisis
Once, dinosaurs roamed New York. Not long ago they were so numerous herds of them clogged the highways, morning and
Walking Woodstock: Karate kids and Kung Fu fighting
Half a lifetime ago, the flaneur was a meatloaf. He needed a makeover, big time. In the early ‘80’s it
Walking Woodstock: Comic Relief
People don’t move to Woodstock for laughter and parties. Woodstock is earnest, one might even say heavy. Its Boomer elders
Walking Woodstock: Bopping with Butterfield at Bearsville
Summers in the late Seventies when the day’s writing had gone well, the flaneur would think of Bearsville, and of
Walking Woodstock: One summer day in Byrdcliffe
The flaneur went for a walk in Byrdcliffe on a fine summer day in the late 1980’s, and here is
A Walk To Kingston
April’s brush had painted the Chinese glory of forsythia on every road in Awaughkonk when Will Nixon and I started
Walking Woodstock: Four Extraordinary Woodstockers
The Grande Dame Aileen Cramer was one of the last of Woodstock’s grand dames. The daughter of jut-jawed artist-photographer Konrad
Walking Woodstock: The Republic of Ashokan
On a cool, overcast March morning recently I climbed Overlook Mountain, with the intent of renewing citizenship in the Republic
Walking Woodstock: On the Devil’s Path
In early October, 1984, feeling restless and with some time on my hands, I decided to hike the Devil’s Path