(Peace Art by Kelly Anne Tearney)
En route to our weekend get-a-way at a friend’s house in the Catskill mountains (of New York), we made a spontaneous detour to Woodstock. That’s right, the hippie concert area of the late 1960’s. What a great step-back into time. Tie-dyed colors galore, guitars decorating street posts, smells of incense hitting all our senses as we felt swooned back to ‘those days, guitarists playing on the streets the songs of yesteryear. Nostalgia at its best.
What moved me to post about this was what I saw upon entering a really neat coffee house. This is on the wall as you step into the corridor: 
It’s an earasable fill-in-the blank. Now if the colors, music and smells weren’t enough to fill me with joy during our brief baby-boomer appreciation walk, seeing this sealed it for me. Some of you may think, ‘how crazy is that’, but it was ‘so me’ to fall into this.
I hope you’ll take a stab at filling in your blank to this statement in the comments below. Before I Die…..
It also just so happened to be totally in place for hubby Alan to be wearing his sneakers here:
A couple of other cute pix:
