I discovered Woodstock in 1979 - with only a backpack, guitar and two hundred bucks to my name. Instant recognition: It's a place where you can wander the streets in your pajamas and feel like you fit in. As darkness falls on Hallow's Eve the town fills with hundreds of folks. If you're not flying your Freak Flag...you're missing all the Fun. Gotta love this place!
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