A friend of mine, in the same age bracket, is moving to Woodstock, Alabama. I have been poking fun at her for moving to Woodstock. Ha, ha, what a name for a town. She is taking it well, but then I realized no one young today remembers the connection to the upper New York festival of hippies and drugs. That was way back in 1969. Probably a good thing, too. Along with some phrases you don’t hear any more like “Far out. Dig it. Keep on truckin’.”