Richie Havens and Betty. (and me)

B ‘n me yoosta fly across the country semi-frequently. Her family lived on the east coast, and we didn’t. B had no qualms whatsoever about going up and talking with celebrities waiting for flights in the airport.

Richie Havens was sitting by himself and B just walked over, sat next to him, and they conversed for the better part of half an hour. She knew stuff about who he knew, what he had done (besides, she had been to Woodstock!). I wasn’t going to appear to be the groupie, or fan. I tried to maintain a thin shred of dignity.

Oh heck, I had to get up, shake his hand, chat a little. And he wrote some cosmic saying in my notebook and signed it. I wonder if I still have it, the notebook, that is.