1969 was the year that everything changed, and I started to find myself as a human being. The beginning of the year was the same as it is for every 3-year-old turning 4, but things got very interesting late in the year. I remember a heated telephone debate between my mother and father because my mother wanted to take me somewhere special in August. I did not understand the argument because it was just music, and I like music. I did not realize that Mom planned to take me to one of the music events of my lifetime. She took me to Woodstock. This was one of the strongest memories as well as one of the most significant memories that I have of my childhood. We were there for at least two days if not three. Sometimes I ran around in a diaper, even at almost four years old, because I insisted. That did not last long because nobody else was wearing diapers, which soon went the way of the dodo. So for the better part of two days, I ran around buck naked in the middle of a group of the most interesting people I had met to that point in my life, possibly to the end of entering this blog entry 53 years later. But the most fun that I had was with somebody famous. At least a little bit famous, anyway. For two nights, I slept on the belly of Michelle Gilliam Phillips from The Mamas and the Papas. Granted, I was not the only one, but she seemed to attract children like candy. We would all curl around her like a giant cat pile, and she had no problem with it. I've been told there's a picture out there of all of us together, but I've never found it. During those days, I came face to face with some of the greats, and I remember faces but nothing else. I wish I had an identic memory. But it is a beautiful remembrance on my part.