Going to Woodstock was interesting. Getting out of there was ecstasy.Howie P.S.: In this case, the media version was better than the real thing. This may also apply to some other times, "back in the day."
Four of us set out on the morning of Friday. August 16. 1969--me, fresh out of the Navy; my college friend Phil; and our girlfriends, Karen and Mary. We had spent Thursday night at my sister's farm in Rockland County, not too far from where the festival was to be held.We spent the rest of the weekend snug and dry at my sister's place, watching reports from the scene on TV. One nagging worry was that Dylan would show up after all and we'd have to spend the rest of our lives wishing we hadn't left. When that didn't happen our contentment was complete.
So there you have it. That's what Woodstock was "like."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Woodstock: "You Had To Be There" (why I didn't want to go)