A Trip to Yasgur’s Farm

The vacation of a lifetime

It was a warm, muggy August Saturday night in the Catskill Mountains when Tommy finally got to hear the Grateful Dead live. The bootleg recordings of their shows were nothing compared to the live scene at the festival. Neither the heat nor mud was going to deter him from having the time of his life.

He made his way through the crowds, swaying and spinning to the sounds of “St. Stephen” as Jerry Garcia and crew jammed on stage. Donna caught Tommy’s eye in the light of the waxing crescent moon. They danced closer to each other when the band led into “Mama Tried.”

“Hi, I’m Tommy… and you are?”

“Donna.”

“Nice to meet you, Donna. Are you here with friends?”

They bobbed and swayed with the crowd of stoned concert goers. “My girlfriends. Seems they’ve all paired up already.”

“All but you,” he said.

“Well, I was thinking,” Donna batted her eyelashes.

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking we could pair up for a while,” she said, planting a kiss on his surprised lips.

Her lips were soft and inviting as Tommy returned the kiss. “Sounds groovy.” He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a tight hug.