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Quantummist Reviewed by Quantummist on . Goose Lake Goose Lake By Quantummist (And Yes its non fiction) Its the summer of 1970 and here I stand beside the freeway with my thumb out waiting. I like many others have heard about the concert to be held at a small farm and, like everyone, I just gota be there. So here I stand without a dime in my pockets, no food and only the cloths on my back as shelter for the next few days. But the sky is bright and the smell of wild flowers fill the air. I have figured that like Wood stock that the people Rating: 5