Last week I revisited the sacred site of the Woodstock festival, 39 years after I made my way there as a 17-year-old hippie would-be. Then I wrote about it in this week’s magazine.
Last week I revisited the sacred site of the Woodstock festival, 39 years after I made my way there as a 17-year-old hippie would-be. Then I wrote about it in this week’s magazine.