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December 03, 2016
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Old hippies never die…

The muddy grounds near concert goers tents, who were camping out for the three day Phish concert at Bethal Woods Center for the Arts.

Proprietress Babette Shook Ross told me that “colorful folks” had been showing up all day and that the site was close to full, but would hold a spot for the woebegone wet ones that I was searching for in the woods, somewhere near the concert venue. I found the kids, loaded up the pickup with all of their gear and dropped them off with Babette and her husband Lloyd, who promised to keep in touch with me throughout the festival.

I received a text message the next morning from Babette reading: “The kids are doing well, Jonathan, they’re teaming up with others in the group tomorrow—going to borrow the drum set I have stored. Such a great group and so PLEASANT ! I think they’re trying to help keep an eye on things—AND GREAT BURRITO’S they have!”

Pleased to hear that there was a party going on at Fiddlers, I went ahead with my plans to attend one of the many pre-phish, post-phish events at the Dancing Cat Saloon (dancingcatsaloon.com), which is located just down the road from Bethel Woods. Having erected an outdoor stage for live music from dusk till dawn, fireworks and “Phish Food” on the menu, Stacy Cohen and Co. also had a phenomenal experience with the crowds.

I stayed at The Cat for quite a while and grooved to bands “Yasgur” and “Peter Florence & the Riff Kings” before hitting the road to hang out with more of the kids.

Again I was informed along the way that everyone visiting had been respectful, considerate and well behaved (while spending money in the county), so I was a bit confused over conflicting reports that were floating around. Having attended Woodstock, I could observe the many differences that the years have wrought, but spending these three days with a whole new generation was not entirely unlike those three days in 1969. I liked what I saw in these Phish Phans. I hope the experience was good for them and that they will want to return, continuing to carry the torch that is still worthy (IMHO) of being passed on to the next generation; peace, love, freedom, happiness. Nothin’ wrong with that.