I was 14 years old when our Neighbor an elderly Italian woman had trouble with the local kids harassing her by throwing rocks and pranks. They said she was a Real Live Witch. I ran them off because I just hate bullies. I would run to the local markets for her and do some chores in her small garden. She was very sweet to me and let me call her Nonna. My Uncle Frank was Sicilian when we would go fishing off the pier and catch a bunch of ells he would have me bring them to her. I asked her why the kids called her a witch and what that was all about. So she took me on a field trip one summer and we went to the East Village in Brookland New York. She introduced me to some interesting People. Leo Martello,Herman Salter, and Ed Buczynski. the summer of 1967. The community was small but tight nit.That was my introduction to the Real Witchcraft Movement at that time.A lot of stuff going on at that time with the War in Vietnam the draft. The dawning of the age of Aquarius.The trends between Bikers, Beat Nicks, and Hippies and which one I was going to spend most of my free time with.So I chose the witches and started to hang out with the locals at a time of change and commitment. Running errands between the different groups.Met The Dr Ray Buckland and Lady Rowan with their long Island Coven before the Seax wicca.

Those times were way too short lived because my life was about change Dramatically. My Father in a self  motivate endeavor  moved us to Marietta Ga. Like landing on another Planet. God I hated it I Ran away in 1969 and thumb my  way back to New York just in Time to  connect with the folks of the Hog Farm and the Hippies for a gathering of the tribes in Bethel New York, for the Aquarian Expedition what a cluster fuck that was. Crash course in survival tall skinny long haired hippy kid blond hair and blue eyes. Spare change and thumbing got me most anywhere. Trust me that movie Woodstock is a fucking fairy tale. My Uncle Found me and flew me back home. You didn't say no to him.