The Tale of the Late Night Woodstock Viewing

Many years ago (your sister would have been about five-years-old at the time) I had a night when I was having trouble sleeping.  I got out of bed and went into our family room (it would have been in our home in Belleville, IL) and turned on the TV.  I flipped channels for a while until I came upon the film from the legendary concert at Woodstock in 1969.  It's a bit dated (you'll know what I mean if you ever see it), but the music is really good and I figured it was a good way to relax until I was tired enough to go back to bed.

A short while after I began watching, Peanut awoke and came out and joined me.  I suppose many Dads would have taken her little hand and led her back to bed, but she cuddled up next to me and God knows I worked so many hours that I never got enough time with her (or your brother).

We watched mostly in silence for a few minutes--the movie has alternating scenes of the musicians playing and the antics of the people in attendance.  We watched a scene with people talking about how "groovy" it was, and "far out, man." 

Peanut turned to me and said, "Daddy, these people are weird."

We watched a while longer and came upon another scene with people bathing in a pond.  Again Peanut turned to me and said, "Daddy, these people are really weird."

We watched a bit more--a few songs, some other scenes.  Once more Peanut looked at me, but this time she said, "Daddy, these people are really weird but they sure look like they're having a lot of fun."

I relate this story about your sister because I think it captures her spirit perfectly, even to this day.  She often does find life to be very strange--but realizes that that strangeness also makes it a whole hell of a lot of fun.

And being a journalist is like having a front row seat.

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