Picture it: 1970. A hot summer night. Friend Libby and I are cruising through the Westport area, when we get the munchies. A couple of Libby’s REALLY good doobies will do that to a person. Just down the street is Woolfburgers, a greasy spoon (really greasy) where the ‘hippy set’ dines. Libby parks her Pontiac [...]
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