The Second Hand Man
August 8th, 1969

Next week is the Woodstock Festival in Bethel, New York.

In my first life I was too young to fully appreciate that event, including much of the other music from the so-called Hippie Era.

That was to be something that would only come later with time (In my first life, I had been more impressed by songs such as, ‘How much is that doggie in the window,’ and similar such fare that played the airwaves.).

My folks, on the other hand were…are too old to ever appreciate Woodstock.

My mother listens to a radio station that plays, for lack of a better word, conservative music. And although I love that music as well, mainly because it fills me with a great sense of nostalgia, I often change the station now to what my father calls, ‘That long-haired racket rubbish.’ He often blames it all on The Beatles. ‘It’s that flipping Limey band that started all the nonsense! Bell-bottoms and peace signs! And all that silly flower power stuff!’

God, what I wouldn’t do to be able to attend that Concert of the Century.

To actually witness all those great musicians in the flesh, and in their prime.

I’m seriously considering running away from home!!!

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