There are two books that accurately depict Woody. "Woody, Cisco and Me" by Jim Longhi
and "Ramblin' Man" by Ed Cray. These guys actually knew Woody, as did I.

When you mythologize someone, a lot of the facts get bowdlerized and hoked up.

My remembrance of Woody is Topanga Canyon, 1952 or so when he ran off with Aneke Marshall. They went to Florida in Jack Elliott's "jaloopy", a treacherous vehicle if there ever was one. The clutch was operated by a rope.

Woody was a complicated man, not given to social amenities as we know them.

He would rather play music than talk politics.

He said what he had to in his songs and writings.

He taught me to play harmonica. I was honored to be called his "pickin' buddy" in his letter to Lee Hays.

He was an honest guy and said what was on his mind, often eloquently.

He never wasted words and was a great editor.

You could learn from him what the history books leave out.