Man, I was going to stay out of this one because I never got to go, but... there is a story connected to my not going!
I'm a native New Yorker, I grew up in uptown Manhattan. (Washington Heights) My friends all went to Woodstock and they invited me to go with them. The 'story' is; they all pulled up in an old VW van one of my buddies owned and told me to hop in, they were on their way to Woodstock. I told them I couldn't go because I was broke. They all started yelling at me, "Come on, we have money!" Then I told them, "I really can't, I have a date tonight." They all razzed the Hell out of me for giving up a concert for 'poon-tang' they closed the door and took off. It was my one and only chance to attend the festival.
The date I gave up the trip for was with the woman who later became my wife for 37 years. It was our first date and I didn't want to give that up for anything. I'm glad now that I did. I have two wonderful grown children and four grandchildren to show for the decision. I -did- get to go to the 25th anniversary concert though!
Ahhh, Life... turn right, Life goes one way, turn left, Life goes another way. Glad I made the call I did make. It's been a good Life.
John - What a long strange trip it's been!