my Rubicon

On 09 November 1978 Thursday, at the Rochester, New York War Memorial in Moron County, several of my buddies and I attended the Pieces of Eight Tour, stoned out of our gourds, I'm sure.

In June 2023 I was in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I was staying in a hostel, and met a youngster who went with me to seek libations. We met two likely lads. As we sat at a sidewalk table outside a bar on La Placita, we enjoyed a few beverages. The lads spoke English proper like. As in downstate.

We traded stories. One of the lad's life's rich experiences included attending Woodstock. When he told us he attended Woodstock, he immediately followed it with, 'We did sooo much LSD.' or something to that effect.

I laughed. I laughed because my first reaction was, 'Woodstock!? You went to Woodstock, a cultural mecca, and you had the audacity to not be lucid enough to remember and cherish every nanosecond?'

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