Incident at Kickapoo Creek 1970

It was the year after Woodstock. Several of my fraternity brothers returned to school with tales from the festival. When Kickapoo was announce I knew I had to go. A fraternity brother and I purchased our tickets and climbed in my 63 Galaxy for the ride from Chicago to Heyworth. We slept in the car and spent the weekend wasted listening to great music. Canned Heat was Amazing. Country Joe lived up to his hype. Corky Siegel was so good I later became a regular for Siegel Schwall (sp) Blues Band shoes at the Quiet Knight on Chicago's north side. It rained, we slid in the mud. I remember walking past a van and someone handed me a piece of surgical tubing. The other end was attached to a homemade water pipe made from Tupperware. Ah American ingenuity. It may not have been Woodstock, but it was my Woodstock. The most exciting time was when, driving home still half stoned, the right front tie of my car blew as I went through a curve on Interstate 55. We got the car off the road without crashing but it sure shredded the tire and got our hearts pumping.