Memories of Woodstock

NADA. Nothing. Nothing except coming home one evening and from the news first learning about it while in progress. I was 18. There was a slight disappointment knowing something cool was happening far (~1000 miles) away that I could not experience. Not sure if the fall term of my sophomore year had started yet. If not, then I had probably been working at my job that day on the campus grounds of mowing, weeding, hauling furniture, etc. But it was an exciting time to be alive. Wonderful music in the air. A new school term starting up. Maybe I'd meet some interesting girls. Any time you are 18, I believe, you should think it is an exciting time to be alive. That goes for 58 too.