I still read the obits every morning, and I always check the first words
"died peacefully in her sleep"--
(how do they know it wasn't terrifying?)
Sometimes it's "at home surrounded by his loved ones"
(a consummation devoutly to be wished, btw ..)
And then yesterday this one... If you can't read it on your cell phone, I expect there's some way you can enlarge it.
anyhow, it starts --" Rochester: (1947-2017) Released to the next adventure ..." That birth date is an alert right there -- he was in his teens through much of the 1960s. It was an exciting time to be a teenager but a pretty hard time to be a parent --trust me, I was there.
Between them our boys drove Abbie Hoffman, marched on Washington with MLK, hitch-hiked to the moonshot and heard Arlo Guthrie at the Newport Festival, registered for the draft and debated fleeing to New Zealand or Canada -- and then they turned middle-aged with good marriages and respectable careers.
I was curious to read what became of Charles, but judging from this obit, he was a living fossil -- true to his era right to the end. Anyhow, what I started out to tell you is that someone thought it worth including in his obituary that he
WENT TO WOODSTOCK WITH A PURCHASED TICKET.
YES! Our Dov went to Woodstock (driving his friends in our station wagon after dawn because his junior license didn't allow driving at night) And YES! he'd PURCHASED A TICKET, only to find that as Woodstock developed, the fences were thrown down and the gates opened.
Na Zdorovie!