40 years later, Woodstock still spurs memories

I was there. I was eighteen. For me the single best piece of music was Soul Sacrifice by Santana. It was a pilgrimage toward something that grew more significant and more sacred with each step. I saw about ten people, total stangers stop a fight by simpy walking between the two people yelling at each other and with their backs to the yellers and their faces to each other. They just walked backwards and separated the the two would be "combatants" and the whole mood just changed. The two angry men just walked away and this all happened without the "peacemakers" even speaking. This happened on the road on the way and we had not even gotten to the site yet.

Ah, the summer of love. I worked at General Mills all summer making cheeerios kix trix and cocopuffs. What summer? My dad would check to make sure that I was taking all the overtime tha I was offered. I couldn't wait for my sophomare yeare at UofI to strt