No, not THAT Woodstock. I’m talking Woodstock 99, the notorious music festival that, due to heat, frustration, desperation, and capitalism run amok, degenerated into a riot, complete with rapes, bonfires, destruction of concession booths, and giant mud pits, which had to be broken up by police in riot-gear.
I was fourteen, and living in MS besides, so there was no way in hell my Mama was letting me go. But maybe someone here was there on the ground. Any memories?