A reminder from the Woodstock generation that “Boomer” isn’t a four-letter word.
By Steve Kluger
USA Today
August 13, 2009
Forty years ago this weekend, half a million intrepid Baby Boomers converged on Max Yasgur’s dairy farm in Bethel, New York, to celebrate our youth, our music, and our unwavering conviction that we’d begun making our world a better place in which to live. After watching our heroes die in Dallas, Memphis, and Los Angeles, we’d brought college campuses to a halt when we stood up and asked, “Why?” We marched as a single body for the rights of African Americans, women, and our gay brothers and sisters, regardless of our own race, gender, or orientation. We forced a war-mongering Chief Executive to forgo his bid for a second term, we took on the brutality of the entire Chicago police force during the 1968 Democratic Convention, and we invented