As I am swept through the lush overgrown farmland surrounding New Hope, Pennsylvania, I can’t help but reflect upon Woodstock, New York, where I spent a great part of my youth. Indeed I am one of the 500,000 who attended the Woodstock Festival held in Bethel in the summer of 1969. That event literally changed my life. I had a motorcycle back then also. I rode it to the festival where I got stuck in traffic. A girl hopped onto the back of my machine. She has remained my wife for thirty-eight years....