The author, second from left, with friends in Amsterdam, 1970.
From Woodstock to Jerusalem, A Short Account of a Long Trip
by Yaakov Ort – chabad.org – The first crystal-clear memory I have of the trip up to Woodstock is when we hit 85 miles per hour on the open road in my friend’s 1968 Buick Wildcat. After sleeping in the mud, taking some bad drugs, being too far away from the stage to enjoy the music and witnessing some very frightening human breakdowns, I found a ride back to the city after a day-and-a-half feeling down, dirty and depressed. This is the story of how I made it from Woodstock to a Chabad Chossid.
