I knew Woody. I was one of his pickin' buddies in California.

I consider this a lovely story. Saw Woody in New York when he came to a steak house to celebrate (I think it was a birthday). Marjorie was there. Harold Leventhal arranged it. Woody looked at me, his eyes lighted up and he shouted, "Californee!" I was so moved I almost cried.

The documentary was well-done. Captured the Woody I knew.

Didn't mention Anneke, probably, because Woody ran off with her in Topanga Canyon.
Anneke left Dave Marshall. No judgements, here, just reporting the facts.

Ed Cray's book is wonderful but also read Joe Longhi's "Cisco, Woody and Me". Between the two books, you'll know who Woody was.

One of America's best songwriters, poet, prophet and compassionate guy.

Frank Hamilton