I've only attended one gathering (1983), but it supplied me with memories I will always cherish. I'd love to hear from anyone who thinks they might remember me. At the time, I was a mulatto male in his early 30's, having a wonderful time running around naked (I knew all the exercising and jogging would pay off eventually).
When I left the gathering I caught a ride to Vermont with one of the most beautiful humans I've ever known. I still owe him money and would love to hear from him to thank him for his wonderful generosity and hospitality, and to ask some question I was too hip to ask back then.
Perhaps someone remembers me standing up at one of the circles and announcing that someone had stolen my last $20 from my tent, but I was happy to finally be totally dependent on the Mother. When I returned to my tent that evening someone had replaced the $20.
Btw, the white things in my mouth are now a full set of dentures, not teeth. Your anti-bot question need a slight revision. I'm sure I'm not the only one sporting denture these days.
Hey John. Welcome Home! I remember you, I remember when you came to the circle anyway. That was my first gathering and a lot of it is a blur remembered mostly as a feeling. I remember a few details, turtle soup at the Hobo Hilton, the Neo-buddhist Cowboy Martian camp, swimming in the river, mosquitos and dragonflies, brother Cole and his guitar... I was there for a month.