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.
And I never will.
