On the weekend of August 15-18 in 1969 I was 17 years-old. My hair was a little long.
Hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of young people were heading to the Woodstock Music and Art Festival. I had to work washing dishes.
There was nothing cool about that.
I dropped out for permanent that autumn.
In the end I'm an old hippie.
Here's the Jefferson Airplane LIVE AT WOODSTOCK
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUxMxwaLqg0
On the weekend of Woodstock I was washing dishes at a South Shore hotel outside of Boston. The radio stations reported that hundreds of thousands of hippies were gathering for the Woodstock Music Festival. The announcers were somewhat astounded by this phenomena of a half million young people pulling off the impossible.
The creation of a community centered peace, love, and music.
I didn't go, but I still am a hippie rebel dedicated to the good things in life.
We will always be that young somewhere.
My Generation.
Why don't you fade away?
We won't.
