Which Way to Woodstock
by Kathryn Boughton
Last week I sat alone one night and watched a documentary on Woodstock released to celebrate the three days of “music and peace” that took place on a sometimes-soggy hillside in Bethel NY 50 years ago. I sometimes view the past with a pair of rose-colored glasses perched firmly on my nose, but I consider that contemporary film footage to be irrefutable evidence that life really was different in the America of my youth.
