My teenage son asked me this week why I didn't go to Woodstock. When I repeated his question to my sister she said," did you tell him that we couldn't afford it, our father would not have let us, and we really never considered it?" Well I didn't say that exactly. My reply to him was a mumbled, "it was too far away." Well there is truth to that but in reality I watched it from afar with interest not envy. I was only 17 then with a summer job. Woodstock seemed very far away from my reality and something that college kids from the northeast were doing. But I was interested and have stayed interested all these years. Of course we hear most about the conditions--drugs, sex, and unisex bathing--but there was also wonderful music of course and a great feeling I am told. But to be truthful, I am not sure what that great feeling was all about. Was it freedom from convention? Was it a feeling of change and possibility? Was it a feeling of trust of strangers you do not know but feel safe with in a specific time and place? I am not really sure.