Two Hours of Love, Peace and Crazy Parents – 2 & ½ popcorns

Point of disclosure: On Woodstock eve my friend Judy called and asked if I were going. “Nah, it’s going to rain.” So much for being sensible. But although I no longer regret missing those momentous three days of peace and music in August of 1969, a very sweet nostalgia nonetheless engulfed me whilst viewing Ang Lee’s “Taking Woodstock.”