Like many of my generation, my first contact with Woodstock came, not from my parent's psychedelic stories, but from the Sunday comics. To me Woodstock was nothing more than Snoopy's birdie buddy that couldn't fly a straight line from his nest to the top of the doghouse if his life depended on it. Woodstock always managed to end up in the water dish after a few loopy attempts at aviation. Which came first the festival …showed first 75 words of 1313 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1313 total…make it to the bargaining table for Woodstock IV that someone was taking notes this time around, because they sure need to make some strategic changes before anyone would be willing to open the doors again. Our Woodstock path was definitely not straight and narrow; we had our share of loops and spins. While we didn't make it all the way to the top of the doghouse, at least we landed in the water dish.