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I remain eternally grateful for your actions that day and for the Coffee Shop where I was finally able to connect with the angel that more than likely saved my life way back in August of1969.
For so many years, I was resigned to the fact that the anonymous girl who pulled me out of the mud would likely never be acknowledged.

It has been so long and we have so many new family in the Coffee Shop now, you ought to tell the story again Ernie.
I suppose I should. Hopefully, my angel will jump in and fill in the blanks in my memory.
Let's go way back to August of 1969. I had just turned 20 years old. I was living in Western Connecticut and as many of my generation had a love of contemporary music and truth be told, one hell of a crush on Janis Joplin.
I came by tickets to Woodstock that July and unfortunately, my future in-laws wouldn't allow my girlfriend to accompany me. In her place, I took a friend.
If you're a Woodstock fan, you've heard stories about traffic jams and rain. The stories are grossly exaggerated; it was much worse than you can imagine.
I could tell a cool story of how I made Yagsur's farm hours ahead of people I passed along the way, but I came to talk about an angel
Friday night it RAINED. Torrential rains left water flowing down from the ridge towards the stage. At times the water running down the hillside was several inches deep and flowing pretty quickly.
As you've likely heard, there would be around a half million people on that hillside. As they walked through the rain water, of course they created mud. LOTS AND LOTS of mud.
I remember listening to The Grateful Dead while partaking of a couple different less than legal substances. When the music ended I moved from very close to the stage to about half way up the hill to try to catch some sleep,
A person not stoned on opium would likely have noticed that although the water was no longer flowing down the hill at 25 MPH, a lava-like flow of mud 6. 8 or in places 12 inches deep was slowly flowing towards the stage.
At some point the next morning, (best guess 10 AM?) I was awakened by a small girl with dirty blond hair who had pulled me by the shirt out of the mud that had covered all but one nostril, half my mouth and my eyes.
I really don't remember what was said and have but a fleeting memory of the face, but for 45 years, whenever I talked about Woodstock, I talked about the little blond who more than likely saved my life that day. Since I had no name, she was always "my angel".
Fast forward 45 years. I related the story here in the Coffee Shop and I soon got a private message from another member who requested a photo. She told me she remembered my eyes and build and that it was, in fact, she who had pulled me out of the mud at Woodstock.
For a couple months, she asked that I didn't acknowledge her publicly. I was disappointed, but I honored her request until she was comfortable.
Thanks to the Coffee Shop I now know that Peach174 is my angel. My gratitude to her for her selfless deed and to the Coffee Shop for allowing me to find her knows no bounds.
Thanks for listening.


The reason I was so reluctant, I got verbally attacked by many people, throughout the years, when they found out I was at Woodstock. :)
Way back in the past, I got called hippy and took flack, but these days, people look at me as some kind of superior being when they find out I was there.
And YOU, Peach?
If you were to show up at Doc Holliday's. you would be treated as a goddess. Most everyone I'm close to there has heard about the mud and the angel that pulled me out of it.. You have no idea how grateful I am to have found you. You and Mr P couldn't buy your own drink here for days.


:lol:. Mr. P doesn't drink and I only on special occations, like our aniversary, or Halloween or Chistmas parties and I only have about 2 frozen margaritas for the whole night.
If I drink 6 beers I'm pretty snookered !
I hope hubbie gets well enough in order to vist Doc Holliday!
We really want to hear that band live. :)
 
Have a winter storm moving in tonight, obviously it'll be rain but we're supposed to have up to 60 mph winds tomorrow.
About three months ago the wife did a phone interview for a job in Phoenix (she didn't get the job), this morning she received a call from them about another position, we'll see what happens.

Job invitations are useful events - if you even don't want to change/to get job, you could improve your skills to pass interview :) It's important not only to show, how you're suitable for job, but also how is job and company would be comfortable for you... at least, to define lifecycle for yourself at this job :)
 
Big added storm is now upon us. Check out many news on Google. That's where we are. For another 2 weeks or so, anyway. Hope it is clear days on the days we head up north.

The rain is bad here, yes. But we are on a hill. What worries me is the big assed diseased tree next to the RV. And the fronts left tire of the RV you 3 feet due to how unlevel it is in the lot. A big assed tree combined with very soggy ground combined with 40 to 60 mph wind spells trouble.

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Well, it's official...current temps are in the "witch's tit in a brass bra cup" cold. Nothing all day and last night that didn't feature a minus sign in front of the number. Expected to go down to as low as -20 here tonight. I wish I didn't have to go to work and I hope no airplanes require oil service or maintenance. It's so cold, the tears freeze before they roll down your cheeks, and your eyes will tear because the cold just rips them from you. Your nose hairs freeze when you inhale and if you try to breath through you mouth, your teeth hurt! At least it won't snow, and with some luck, airborne moisture will remain low and we won't get ice fog.
Maybe you should move in with me and mrg, GW! You, partner, goats and all! If I ever get my own place...Y'all would be very welcome. At least you would be warmer. Alaska is beautiful, but the cold? Shudder.[emoji33]

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The little dog and the cats, I'm sure you'd be fine with. But goats aren't housebroken and unless you'd sacrifice a little warmth for a compost heap...think twice about the goats. I do feel mondo sorry for them right now though. We have four hot-boxes and heated water buckets, but it's still brutally cold. I assure you, inside the cabin it stays between 65 and 70 degrees warm. Sometimes, it gets warmer, but that's too much for me so I regulate the heaters pretty closely. Nothing more cozy than looking out the window and knowing that it's killer cold in the heartbreakingly beautiful landscape.

You're right! I've learned it in Siberia - the main thing is to keep warm inside houses, and any temperature outside would be non-significant addition to nice view.
Otherwise, in 90x, when the crazy Greens, using hystery after Chernobyl, cancelled a building of nuclear heating station, about decade or more in all our town the temperature inside houses was very low, at "european style" - and the temperature about -10--15C seemed really catastrophic...
There's always some question about what "greens" really want. No nuclear power, no drilling for oil or natural gas, and right now we're having our annual battle about pollution caused by burning wood for warmth. Solar power is extremely limited in extremely high, and low, latitudes. Wind power is also pretty intermittent. Both solar and wind power are limited and not suited to power for larger, urban areas. I suspect supporters of non-petroleum-based power prefer fewer people but most decline my invitation that they lead the way.
I am currently researching using composting to heat water and possibly a year-round greenhouse.

In the center of Pacific Ocean now is giant island of plastics and trash - but nobody cares about it. Instead of it, "greens" usually working for the corporations, using people histery for their commerce needs... I'm a humanist, I love nature and animals, like every normal people, but I think, human life is more important, than any animals or environment needs...
 
It has been so long and we have so many new family in the Coffee Shop now, you ought to tell the story again Ernie.
I suppose I should. Hopefully, my angel will jump in and fill in the blanks in my memory.
Let's go way back to August of 1969. I had just turned 20 years old. I was living in Western Connecticut and as many of my generation had a love of contemporary music and truth be told, one hell of a crush on Janis Joplin.
I came by tickets to Woodstock that July and unfortunately, my future in-laws wouldn't allow my girlfriend to accompany me. In her place, I took a friend.
If you're a Woodstock fan, you've heard stories about traffic jams and rain. The stories are grossly exaggerated; it was much worse than you can imagine.
I could tell a cool story of how I made Yagsur's farm hours ahead of people I passed along the way, but I came to talk about an angel
Friday night it RAINED. Torrential rains left water flowing down from the ridge towards the stage. At times the water running down the hillside was several inches deep and flowing pretty quickly.
As you've likely heard, there would be around a half million people on that hillside. As they walked through the rain water, of course they created mud. LOTS AND LOTS of mud.
I remember listening to The Grateful Dead while partaking of a couple different less than legal substances. When the music ended I moved from very close to the stage to about half way up the hill to try to catch some sleep,
A person not stoned on opium would likely have noticed that although the water was no longer flowing down the hill at 25 MPH, a lava-like flow of mud 6. 8 or in places 12 inches deep was slowly flowing towards the stage.
At some point the next morning, (best guess 10 AM?) I was awakened by a small girl with dirty blond hair who had pulled me by the shirt out of the mud that had covered all but one nostril, half my mouth and my eyes.
I really don't remember what was said and have but a fleeting memory of the face, but for 45 years, whenever I talked about Woodstock, I talked about the little blond who more than likely saved my life that day. Since I had no name, she was always "my angel".
Fast forward 45 years. I related the story here in the Coffee Shop and I soon got a private message from another member who requested a photo. She told me she remembered my eyes and build and that it was, in fact, she who had pulled me out of the mud at Woodstock.
For a couple months, she asked that I didn't acknowledge her publicly. I was disappointed, but I honored her request until she was comfortable.
Thanks to the Coffee Shop I now know that Peach174 is my angel. My gratitude to her for her selfless deed and to the Coffee Shop for allowing me to find her knows no bounds.
Thanks for listening.


The reason I was so reluctant, I got verbally attacked by many people, throughout the years, when they found out I was at Woodstock. :)
Way back in the past, I got called hippy and took flack, but these days, people look at me as some kind of superior being when they find out I was there.
And YOU, Peach?
If you were to show up at Doc Holliday's. you would be treated as a goddess. Most everyone I'm close to there has heard about the mud and the angel that pulled me out of it.. You have no idea how grateful I am to have found you. You and Mr P couldn't buy your own drink here for days.


:lol:. Mr. P doesn't drink and I only on special occations, like our aniversary, or Halloween or Chistmas parties and I only have about 2 frozen margaritas for the whole night.
If I drink 6 beers I'm pretty snookered !
I hope hubbie gets well enough in order to vist Doc Holliday!
We really want to hear that band live. :)

He didn't say "Mr. P must drink", only "Mr. P must BUY a drink" :)
 
Meanwhile the front of the RV floorboard is soaking wet. The whole thing is tarped, yet the carpet is soggy. There is nothing more we can do. We told them the problems when they let us sleep in it and we warned them about the tree, the cheap tarp they bought, the soggy ground, the ants...All to no avail because they ignored those warnings.

Next lull in this storm, I'm hauling my stuff and my ass outta here. Mrg can sleep in a now soggy interior RV, but I'm not.

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I'm hunting for new music, which helps me to work. Your idea is perfect for this day, let's enjoy Adele together! It's not a rock, I love, but seems pretty...
Do you love Oasis? :)

I have not listened to Oasis, I am well behind the times with my music. I mostly have records from my youth, like Pink Floyd. But I like Cold Play and have a couple of their CD's.

Oh, a taste of youth... PF is good for the beer party with long talks about life... Damn, today is Friday, suitable day for it! But my sins don't let me to start a rest right now :)))

I do like classical music too. My favorite symphony is Mahler's second symphony.

Oh, classic music remembers me about elementary music school, which I've finished. I love it too, but prefer baroque style - Bach, Gendel, Vivaldi and so on... Listening them and reading "The Island of the Day Before" of Umberto Eco - what could be more athmospheric?
Do you like Tchaikovsky? How about Holst?

Yes, Tchaikovsky is classic too.. Russia had a strong tradition of classic music in XIX century, and this tradition has been continued in USSR. I like this classic with an "eastern accent" like Borodin, or Khachaturian... :)



 
Well, we are back in the RV, and came "home" to it to find yet another huge branch that fell and barely missed the RV itself. Circumference of the limb is the size of my thigh. The rest of the tree will come down probably this weekend due to high wind adviseries...40 to 60 miles per hour. Needless to say, our vans are parked across the street in a bare field..And when this thing starts rocking...I am heading to my van. Mrg is more brave so I doubt if he goes to his.

Thumb is twice its size and hurts like crazy. Major flare-up going on in that hand. Just took a Tylenol to see if it helps since I don't get norcos until the 25th, so I have to suffer this the best I can.

The heathens at the motel were noisy over our heads with stomping but other than that, it could have been worse I guess.

That's it for today's report so far.

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You can't take ibuprophen or naproxen or even aspirin? Would be more effective than tylenol for that kind of pain.
 
I'm hunting for new music, which helps me to work. Your idea is perfect for this day, let's enjoy Adele together! It's not a rock, I love, but seems pretty...
Do you love Oasis? :)

I have not listened to Oasis, I am well behind the times with my music. I mostly have records from my youth, like Pink Floyd. But I like Cold Play and have a couple of their CD's.

Oh, a taste of youth... PF is good for the beer party with long talks about life... Damn, today is Friday, suitable day for it! But my sins don't let me to start a rest right now :)))

I do like classical music too. My favorite symphony is Mahler's second symphony.

Oh, classic music remembers me about elementary music school, which I've finished. I love it too, but prefer baroque style - Bach, Gendel, Vivaldi and so on... Listening them and reading "The Island of the Day Before" of Umberto Eco - what could be more athmospheric?
Do you like Tchaikovsky? How about Holst?

I do. I do.
 
I have not listened to Oasis, I am well behind the times with my music. I mostly have records from my youth, like Pink Floyd. But I like Cold Play and have a couple of their CD's.

Oh, a taste of youth... PF is good for the beer party with long talks about life... Damn, today is Friday, suitable day for it! But my sins don't let me to start a rest right now :)))

I do like classical music too. My favorite symphony is Mahler's second symphony.

Oh, classic music remembers me about elementary music school, which I've finished. I love it too, but prefer baroque style - Bach, Gendel, Vivaldi and so on... Listening them and reading "The Island of the Day Before" of Umberto Eco - what could be more athmospheric?
Do you like Tchaikovsky? How about Holst?

Yes, Tchaikovsky is classic too.. Russia had a strong tradition of classic music in XIX century, and this tradition has been continued in USSR. I like this classic with an "eastern accent" like Borodin, or Khachaturian... :)





I love, love, love that!!!
 
Meanwhile the front of the RV floorboard is soaking wet. The whole thing is tarped, yet the carpet is soggy. There is nothing more we can do. We told them the problems when they let us sleep in it and we warned them about the tree, the cheap tarp they bought, the soggy ground, the ants...All to no avail because they ignored those warnings.

Next lull in this storm, I'm hauling my stuff and my ass outta here. Mrg can sleep in a now soggy interior RV, but I'm not.

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Well hopefully the rains will pass soon.
 
Good night darlinks. I really do love you guys.

And we continue to pray and/or send good vibes and/or positive thoughts and/or keep vigil for:

Harper (Save's granddaughter),
Pogo’s friend Pat and special comfort for Pogo,
Freedombecki and Becki’s hubby,
GW's daughter, her friend Sachendra, and Sachendra's husband Bob and son Gary.
Noomi!!!
Nosmo's mom,
Ernie's stop smoking project,
Sherry’s Mom,
Rod, GW's partner,
The Ringels in difficult transition,
Boedicca's Dad,
Foxfyre's friend Dana and Aunt Betty,
Etherion and his grandma,
Kat's mom and her sister,
Saveliberty for wellness,
Ringel's Gizmo and Boo and wellness for Ringel,
Ernie for wellness,
Sbiker for wellness,
Gallant Warrior's chilly goats,
Special prayers and/or positive thoughts for Mr. Peach and Peach143 in the coming days.
Grace for wellness and Gracie & Mr. G in difficult transition who need a break big time right now.

All of us and those we care about who are looking for work,

And the light is left on for Alan, Noomi, Freedombecki, Oddball, and all others who need to find their way back.

Sunset over El Paso
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If you has some way to get electricity to it, you could buy a heating pad and that sure would help warm you up.
 
Figured I would take my chances that God won't let a tree land on us or the muddy mess won't topple the RV...Or both. We did find mushrooms growing under the fold out couch springing up from the wet carpet.. Gross.

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