1969, WOODSTOCK

Dear Diary,

I only have one word for you—Woodstock. Whoever came up with the concept of a music festival might the most brilliant person to walk the earth. Oh, wait—was that my idea? It’s hard to remember (and hear) things today. If so, it’s the single greatest contribution I may ever bring into this world. Forget Humpty Dumpty!

I wish I could tell you more about it, but what happens in Woodstock stays in Woodstock. There’s no way Walt Disney can turn my life into a family movie after this week.