Forty years ago this weekend was one of the greatest music festivals; Woodstock. I was supposed to graduate from Alfred State College in May of 1969 but my cumulative average was 0.03 below what you needed to graduate. So I had to go to summer school to re-take some courses and get better grades the second time around to bring my average up. The summer session was compressed down to just 6 weeks. I was fairly sure that I was doing well in the two courses that I was re-taking. It was on a Friday morning in mid August and final exams would be on Monday. A guy from down the hall in the dorm came down and said: “There is a big concert this weekend down toward New York City. You want to go?” And I said; “No, I better stay here and study.” And away he and some other guys went to history.
Do I have any regrets? Yes and no. It was probably the best line-up of musicians ever assembled. But I did end up graduating and I have this short story to tell of how I just missed being there.