The epic battle of Woodstock and P.J. O'Rourke has been fought . . .

. . . and P. J. wins by TKO. Two samples:

It was not, by the way, a decade: The sixties were a strange episode of about 80 months' duration that started when the Baby Boom had fully infested academia (roughly the 1966-67 school year) and came to a screeching halt in 1973 when conscription ended and herpes began. . . .

"The people at Woodstock," the book quotes [Pete] Townshend as saying, "really were a bunch of hypocrites claiming a cosmic revolution simply because they took over a field, broke down some fences, imbibed bad acid, and then tried to run out without paying the bands."

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[JorgXMcKie]

I was there. (Accidentally, as it were.) I'm with O'Rourke. It sucked. Wet, muddy, people swimming in a pond I wouldn't let my livestock into, mostly couldn't hear the music and when you could mostly wished you couldn't, kept waiting for the speaker towers, etc to get hit by lightning and fry some group and make them martyrs, not enough toilets or food or water.

Only good thing, I never saw one fight. I've never seen that many guys in one place and no fights. Of course, there was a lot more drug than alcohol use.

Pretty much like my military service, while I wouldn't take a million dollars and have the memories removed, I also wouldn't take a million dollars to do it again.