My own fascination with the sixties, art and dancing always made Woody an intriguing character to me.  Attending parties at the Cubicle was like a chance to try out my idealizations of the 60's.  He lived with two other characters, Zak (now my husband- never would've thought it years ago!!!) and Dan.  The first party (of many I attended there)I remember being at, I was handed markers and paint upon entering. There was grafitti and art of all types all over the walls. Nowadays, there is the cliche of thinking and acting outside the box to be creative; well this was literally in the box. So many things about those days, in description, sound like oxymorons.

I loved sitting and watching Woody dance, or draw (artwork), or making tie dyes in his "tie-dye factory" as one bathtub had been called at the Cubicle.  I think I was just also very jealous.  Woody, just naturally, felt comfortable in his own skin.  He didn't care what anyone thought. Knowing myself with more wisdom from my years, I bet Woody probably would have been a bit puzzled as to why I was jealous. This would not be anything having to do with putting himself down, but more about jealousy being a silly emotion. Or perhaps he would have been trying to tell me that my jealousy was rooted in not being at ease with myself, therefore perhaps I could pursue what I really wanted to be doing.   Woody, I believe, would want us all to be doing what we truly wanted, not what we thought was expected from us by others.