Walking the streets of Woodstock.
The Golden Notebook...source of so much of my early literary wanderings.
The Woodstock Artist's Association, now a museum, site of a large part of my father's early career.
Q stepping into my family's past.
Woodstock's farmer's market.
Q sampling a local fresh peach cobbler topped with seasonal berry sauce and a generous helping of whipped cream.
The preamble to a home-cooked dinner at my mum's house...complete with Cole Porter and trashcan hats.
Sampling mum's homemade spaghetti.
The Q loves her spaghetti.
Outside the chamber of commerce...
...playing tourist in my own hometown.
Tinker Toys, quite possibly among the best toy stores on the face of the earth...
...and the place where we found most of the treasures for Q's second b'day.
Bubbles with Dad.
Vintage Woodstock on display.