by Roger Pynn
My age caught up with me today.
First a friend reminded me on Facebook that it was 40 years ago today that Woodstock ended. I wasn’t there in person, but like most of my peers I was there in spirit.
Then, my local newspaper’s website told me I am a dinosaur because I wear a wristwatch and rely on that antiquated tool known as e-mail to communicate… just two of the things that separate me from the Class of ’14.
Proving that age diminishes our capacity, a quick check of the facts showed that my friend was wrong … Woodstock actually ended on this date in 1969. That was 41 years ago. Makes me feel even older.
But I still love rock ‘n’ roll … longing for what was billed as “3 days of peace & music.”
And I’m ready to ditch e-mail and embrace texting. After all, Mick Jagger is still rockin’.