Woodstock Flashback #3: A few days after I got back, I was going downtown on the IRT when a guy with long blond hair and a sunburn sat across from me. When he spied me sitting there with my own sunburned face he gave me a covert little peace sign. That sunburn was the badge that marked us both as veterans of Woodstock, the legend of which would grow far beyond its reality.

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