Continuing our summer reprise of some older columns, here’s an update on memories of years past… This week marks the 56th anniversary of the grand-daddy of all rock festivals… Woodstock. I was in my teens the summer of 1969, but couldn’t get off from my job to join the swarms of rock fans. But I did see most of them.
Time has brought new choices for the pathway to the future. Let us stay the course & choose well.
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