I've always been drawn to the 60s generation. Maybe it was growing up in the Britney Spears, MTV, TMZ, Paris Hilton era that caused me to admire a generation that burned their bras, marched on Washington, ended a war and gave a crap about the injustices of their time. Woodstock seemed like the climax of that period and I've always thought it was a shame it took place almost 20 years before I was born. So when a friend mentioned over drinks that the 40th anniversary was happening I immediately rented a car and drove up.
A few of those "I can't believe I get paid for this" days that make all the "why the hell am I doing this" days worth it.
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"But most were here for something more. They came to touch, even briefly, an earlier moment when words like love and peace didn't sound so much like cliches, and togetherness meant more than linking up through a social networking site.
"The war was going on," she said. "It was just a time of taking a break from the war and celebrating happiness."
And that is precisely the legacy that Grandpa Woodstock wants to impart. "The music was good -- don't get me wrong," he said. "But Woodstock was a peace movement." "
You can read more of the article by Keith B. Richburg here