Although the cliché is that it's hard to imagine Woodstock happened that long ago, I find it hard to imagine that those three days of peace and music happened so recently.
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Woodstock means little until you place it in larger context of a society unraveling around the newest generation of young adults, a dominant and dominating cohort of malcontents.
Ok, so I'm not a card-carying, raw vegan hippy, yet sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if for the last forty years I had been.
Four decades ago, along with 499,999 others on a countercultural pilgrimage, I headed to Woodstock. This was not merely a three-day outdoor concert. This was a Martian convention.
As I look back, forty years later, the only thing I have less use for than petitions is regret, but I can say this: if I had it to do over again, I would have gone to that festival instead of sticking my nose up at it.
With today's technocopia, those who couldn't get to Woodstock would have followed the event song by song through Twitter, live blogs and video circulating across a million cell phones and computers.
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