Three days of love
Richard Lacayo's brief, touching article in Time on the Woodstock museum is sure to bring back wistful memories from baby boomers everywhere. Check it out, especially the poignant last paragraph:
And the museum itself? It's entertaining and briskly informative, filled with flat-screen TVs showing period footage and glass cases that hold things like old Jefferson Airplane album covers. I enjoyed it well enough. But I was never able to shake the feeling that the place that really preserves the spirit of Woodstock is that big open field outside. Woodstock was the last great event of the 19th century, a delayed outburst of Romantic-era communalism and nature worship. It was built on sentiments that aren't conveyed very well by institutional means. So if you visit the museum, which I recommend, here's what I would do: play with the interactive screens, admire the replica hippie bus, watch the film clips of Jimi Hendrix and Joan Baez and the Who. Then go outside, head over to the slope and lie facedown in the grass--preferably in the rain.
--Colin Dabkowsi
