I really dug Tim Bruno's Woodstock: Three Days of Peace, Love, Music and Mud. Dust off the name Woodstock and we have a word synonymous with music, as well as peace, love, and art. I was born in 1967, but I missed the show. My friend Christian Hayden was only one and he attended along with vagabond parents Larry and Monica. I made it to Yasgur's Farm in 2000 with my wife in Hayden's old Jeep Cherokee, the vehicle that still surpasses 300,000 miles with ease, fueled by 1970s rock and roll. Studying the Vietnam Era in America puts you right in the thick of things. Thanks again to WJFF and Tim Bruno for shaking up the squares so successfully. Far too many who were there in 1969 are no longer here. But they left some fascinating music behind for My G-G-Generation. Talking 'bout their 1969.