Head Shop. That’s head as in main or leading. There’s a second shop down the street. Woodstock Legends’ head shop. Woodstock, New York. This morning. Friday. July 29, 2011. Long time gone.
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Is that the one down the road from the church in the town square? Right near the municipal lot?
I love Woodstock. It's been a while, but I love going there. Especially Candlestock.
Posted by: actor212 | Friday, July 29, 2011 at 02:05 PM
actor212, That's be the place, or one of the places. They have two shops, both on Tinker St.
Posted by: Lance Mannion | Tuesday, August 02, 2011 at 03:26 PM