teep

Today was a marvelous day because I got to visit one of my dad's best friends, Terry Phillips, aka Teep. He's one of the coolest people ever and I got to drill him about the weekend he spent at...Woodstock! Not Woodstock 96 or 99 (God forbid!). The real, true, sacred Woodstock of 1969.
Mr. Phillips didn't have a great time at Woodstock. He lost his shoes. It took him two days to hitchhike there. He left telling himself "I never want to do that ever again."
But he saw Jimi Hendrix, Sly and the Family Stone, Crosby Stills Nash & Young. He ate hamburgers for breakfast. He got to miss a week of school!
All at the tender age of fifteen.

Eventually, he realized the importance of that wonderful weekend and is forever grateful that he was a part of it. Though he spent most of it in great discomfort, he appreciates its beauty and has no regrets. Well, he wished he'd been on the other side of the stage, because he's a bit hard of hearing in his left ear. BUT still.

It should've been me.