WOODSTOCK REVISITED (NOT!)
by Lawrence R. Blades, Vice President of CBL

I am Woodstock "stardust." Yes, I was there with Hendrix, Sebastian, CS&N, Dylan and half a million other flower children of Aquarius. While there might be a certain hubris identifying with this historic event, I confess no desire to revisit, reenact, or resurrect it. The Woodstock Generation was, and to a great extent remains, a lost generation. It was miseducated and ill prepared to take the reins of social responsibility. It was cheated out of its birthright of liberty with a pottage of license. It was deluded by a naive dream that innocence could be perpetuated and preserved in an adult world. The Woodstock Generation's flight from reality will never be corrected by watching re-runs of Leave It To Beaver and Ozzie and Harriet, for even these helped foster the unreality.
As a student in a liberal arts college in the late 60's, I was swept away in an overpowering current of unidentifiable forces and novel ideas. Academics were

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