Forty years ago I was ten years old and about 10 miles from Woodstock. We went to the nearest grocery store afterward, found nothing but a few rolls of paper towels, and had to cross the Delaware into Pennsylvania to buy food and sundries.
And I still hear "And it's one, two, three, what are we fightin' for?" in my head? Something's not right.
um...because we're still in a war we shouldn't be in? also, it's a damned good song...
Posted by: caroline | 2009.08.17 at 06:15 PM