Memories of Woodstock Forty years later, the concert is still an icon
“Private Sullivan!” my sergeant roared, his voice filling the Fort Dix barracks like a bullhorn. “You have a phone call.” Privates – especially ones just finished with basic training – didn’t get phone calls like this unless to convey bad news, usually a family member telling us about some tragedy. But the voice on the …
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Forty years later, the concert is still an icon
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