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Our Woodstock photo album

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During our three days at Woodstock, Jeannene and I took photos of friends, strangers and some of the many activities swirling around us.

Jeannene printed some of the photos when we returned to the Midwest, then the negatives were filed away until 2009 when I scanned them and cleaned the digital images as best as I could. Click the image here to see them in a Google Photos gallery.

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Welcome to my digital home

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You've found my online profile and digital landing page. This site is primarily a place where I post samples of my work and links to personal media channels at Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter.  

I am currently a freelance writer, consultant and digital content developer. For more than 30 years, I worked for The Courier-Journal, a Gannett newspaper in Louisville, Ky. I wrote the Gizmo column for the Courier-Journal and Gannett, reporting on gadgets, gear and electronic games. My columns appeared the Tech section of USAToday.com and other outlets including ABCNews.com, The Detroit News and The Chicago Tribune.

I also held several news jobs including political writer, assistant city editor, bureau chief for the paper's Washington and Indiana offices, and business technology writer.

In 1996, I developed the newspaper's first official website and managed its growth into one of the leading digital operations in the Gannett family. I was the Online Production Manager in 2012 wh…
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Remembering Woodstock in 2009

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Woodstock photos by Ric Manning & Jeannene Seeger Manning

Published in The Courier-Journal, August 16, 2009



They say if you remember the '60s, you weren't really there. But that's not always true. I spent two days at the Woodstock festival and, 40 years later, I still remember quite a bit about that weekend.

I can still hear Joan Baez's voice drifting across the hills after midnight on Friday night. I can see a farm wife on her porch, passing out sandwiches to a line of scruffy kids. And I remember seeing a cop on horseback who smiled when he said “No, thanks” to a hippie offering a lighted joint.

Yes, there was skinny dipping in an icy creek after a day in the sun and making love under the stars. But for me the meaning of Woodstock is wrapped up in something much more mundane: Dan Mills' backpack.

Dan was my roommate that summer between semesters at Indiana University. He had brought the backpack home from a trip to Europe and he let me take it on my Woodstock a…
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