I was there for two of them, I think, Seems to me it DIDN"T RAIN one year. I remember Hearing Priscilla Herdman for the first time, Margaret MacArthur singing that wonderful, long (somewhat improbable) ballad about a woman getting lost on the Vermont side of the Connecticuit River and winding up on the other side months (or was it years) later. I remember sitting in the hollow, rain pouring down, sharing my poncho with three or so other people, listening to music and sharing a bottle of wine. And wasn't there the Wretched Mess String band? And am I dreaming about the massivly miked digerydo(sp?)

I'm sorry I missed Nixon's resignation. That would have been the place to be.

Susan A-R