This weekend’s anniversary was a sore reminder; forty-five years later and I’m still pissed. With my tickets to Woodstock (are they worth anything?) and a new set of tires on my Mom’s old Ford I was ready for music and a road trip. Unfortunately, my summer job boss at Sal’s Pizza and Grinders needed me so I wasn’t able to head to Bethel until late Friday night. And, as we all know Arlo Guthrie had by then announced to the crowd and the world “Hey man, the New York State Thruway is closed.” And the rest is history.