BY THE TIME THEY GOT TO WOODSTOCK...
“It’s my honor to hold up the banner as we enter our 60th anniversary year.” Last fall, while visiting family in upstate New York, I took a side-trip to Bethel, the rural enclave that unwittingly found fame as the last-minute, rabbit-out-of-the-hat site chosen for the 1969 Woodstock Music & Art Fair. We all know what happened that August weekend, what with the 400,000-plus crowd of music-loving hippies descending on an event planned for 150,000, the busted-down fences that turned it into a free concert before it got started, the rain, the mud, the brown acid that was “not specifically too good,” the skinny dipping, more rain, more mud, and of course the legendary musical performances that culminated on Monday morning with Jimi Hendrix’s set and his iconic wailing of the national…