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I was in my double digits, yet not quite a teen, and 8000 miles away from Bethel, NY. Saw glimpses of Woodstock in Life magazine (my lifeline to a world half a planet away), and felt a magical connection that I couldn't express to most people at the time. About a year later, watching the film by the same name on the silver screen, I knew some day, one day, somehow, I would find myself in the land of CSNY and Apollo 11. That didn't happen until I turned 20. Making music (and writing code) have brought me so much joy, I sometimes have to pinch myself.
Assuming you existed at the time, where were you, pray tell?
On that date, I was almost 26 years old, working for the Recreation Center for the Handicapped in San Francisco, organizing community services for groups including those returned from the closing of the large rural mental hospitals to the "community," for isolated senior citizens, for disabled young adults.
I enjoyed long runs on Ocean Beach, and swam, alone at night, without wet-suit (a crazy thing to do given the rip-tides) in the icy water after warming up with pranayama. Long walks in Golden Gate Park. Trips to China town to study Tai Chi Quan with Master Choy, followed by cheap Chinese at the restaurant with the famously insulting waiter Edsel Fong Ford [^].
Music at the Fillmore, Winterland, poetry readings at 'Minnie's Can-Do' bar [^].
those were the daze, my friend ...
«Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?» T. S. Elliot
Indeed, sir. I'm convinced I was born 10 years too late, Bill-ji. If the stars were otherwise aligned, I'd have jammed at the Troubadour and likely been an early employee at Apple. But don't get me wrong, I'm (immensely) grateful for what I have, an in particular, my (reasonably) good health.
After single-handedly holding off the massed Russian hordes on the East/West German border for several years, I had just handed back to the quartermaster my sword, spurs, sidearm and several small nuclear devices, and was on terminal leave from Her Majesty's employ.