How do you go about telling the story of Woodstock when there are half-a-million stories to tell? For one, you start local: Our focus would be memories from current Hudson Valley residents who attended the festival. Second, you go to the experts — in this case, Bethel Woods Center for the Arts: preservers and interpreters of all things ’60s, especially the Woodstock Music & Art Fair.
In addition to hosting concerts and events on the historic site where the festival took place, Bethel Woods also has a museum and an amazing Woodstock alumni registry, where ’69 festival-goers can chronicle their stories.
“It really meant something very powerful to these people that went. That was common throughout [the surveys],” says director Wade Lawrence. “It was a very impactful period of time in American history, and it was a very impactful experience to come together during that festival.”
What follows are excerpts from Hudson Valley residents’ answers to questions on the surveys, about getting to the festival, memorable experiences, favorite musical performances, and the lasting meaning of Woodstock. The ages listed are the age they were in 1969. The photos featured came from various photographers, including several who contributed to Bethel Woods’ photo archives; they do not represent the residents featured in the article.
The Traffic
“Stuck in traffic. NY Thruway closed. Everyone getting out of their cars, picking flowers on the wide median and handing them to those of us still in our cars. When we arrived at Bethel Woods, driving down a dirt road, people walking on both sides of the line of cars creeping in. Then, people just sitting on the hood of our car. The only view through the windshield was of the backs of the people sitting on the hood. Everyone was happy, mellow, and friendly.”
– 19-year-old female from Brewster
“We parked in a bank lot about seven miles from the concert. Walked some, hitched some. My wife and mother-in-law rode inside a car and I sat on the headlight. We got a ride to our car in a van when we left. The crowd leaving was as wide as the road, and you could not see the end in either direction!”
– 26-year-old male from Newburgh
“After becoming stuck in traffic on 17B my friends and I set out on foot, following the throngs moving west. At some point we spoke to a young man who was riding a horse and asked him for directions to the concert. He offered to take us there on his horse, saying that he would transport us one at a time. I was chosen to go first. We rode for a time through the woods before he told me that he had not expected his horse to become so overheated and sweaty and that after dropping me off, he would not be able to return for my friends. I never saw him again, nor did I reunite that weekend with the two friends I started out with. Didn’t see them again until I returned home. Should that young horseman ever read this: Thanks for the ride.”
– 22-year-old male from Warwick
“We drove up with a friend, his VW was parked at a motel. All three of us walked/hitched our way to the concert field, but after it rained all Friday night — we lost our friend Floyd (the VW owner). Honestly, we never saw him again and he was from Pearl River too!”
– 18-year-old female from Pearl River
The Backroads
“I knew the backroads into Yasgur’s farm and parked almost a half-mile away from the main stage. I had 12 passengers piled into an old Chevy station wagon and was able to leave the festival and return again by car. The size of the crowd, the rain and mud, the gorgeous girls and skinny-dipping in the lake were memorable, but the almost non-stop music with so many famous performers showing up was the best. Coming in and off the backroad, I met Grace Slick and some of Jefferson Airplane.”
– 20-year-old male from Queens
“I decided to take back roads to Monticello with my bicycle strapped in the trunk of my car. I parked in the A&P parking lot, and bicycled to the site. I had a few offers to buy the bike, which I declined each time. I finally arrived at about 11 a.m. to an unbelievable sight. Later that night I started biking back to Monticello in the rain. I sold my Saturday and Sunday tickets to a biker and his girlfriend. Early Saturday morning I got a call from a friend telling me that the concert security needed people because off-duty NYC cops were told not to attend. We signed up for security duty for $100. We hopped on a school bus along with 30 other guys and ended up at the concert for the next two days.”
– 27-year-old male from Walden
Most Memorable Festival Experiences
“Arriving at the festival and seeing all those incredibly strange people…me sitting on a stone wall, just watching and absorbing it all. Even today, the feeling resonates in me. I was a small-town kid and had never seen or felt anything like it. You have to remember, it was just a festival. Nobody knew it would become this historic thing and that we would be part of it. We just wanted something to do and hear some music.”
– 19-year-old male from the Finger Lakes
“I was in the Army at the time, and was on leave prior to going to Vietnam. Man, what a going away party!!!! The Festival was one of the most momentous events of my entire life! It LIVES within me!!!!”
– 21-year-old male from Peekskill
“All of it. Being with many people like myself. One thing that always comes to mind is that I met two friends that I did not know were going. They were with a guy I had not met before. He was on leave from Vietnam. When he went back to Nam he found out that his entire company had been killed in a battle. If he had not been on leave for two weeks, he would have died and never came home.”
– 19-year-old male from Syracuse
“The massive sea of people. As a young man, [I] never saw so many “freaks” in one place. I was mostly inexperienced sexually but hooked up with a charming lady from Illinois who I didn’t see again. I remember falling asleep and waking up, then falling asleep and waking up, always to a different band on stage.”
– 17-year-old male from Albany
“Seeing Jimi Hendrix at a bar in Woodstock on Friday night. The heat, the humidity, and the thunderstorms — August in the Catskills! Body surfing in the mud.”
– 16-year-old female from Manhattan
“Getting back to our tent after the first night and finding it filled with strangers. We just laid down on top of them.”
– 19-year-old male from Nassau County
“Probably, being close to performers…experiencing the building of the stage, seeing the crowd build…Watching the last of the concertgoers leave, seeing their last glance, most likely either saying goodbye to the best time of their lives. I was here, left a changed person.”
– 16-year-old male from Yonkers
“Standing on the hill near the medical tent on Saturday and being overcome with a sense of unity of spirit. It was clear something extraordinary was happening. We were taking part in the evolution of human consciousness in a celebratory expression of joy. We were manifesting a new possibility of peaceful coexistence.”
– 22-year-old female from Long Island
“First walking up to the entrance where the gates were torn down and people lying on the hood and trunk of the police car parked in front of the entrance building. And then to the left all the naked folks swimming, bathing, cooling off in the pond. And then the tables of organic food being handed out, so no one went hungry. That was special.”
– 18-year-old male from Central New Jersey
“Discomfort. The rainy, muddy nights followed by hot, smelly days.”
– 18-year-old male from New Jersey
“All the security personnel were originally at another site, and then transported to Bethel. We were assigned to patrol the meadow from midnight to noon. We were given a pith helmet, windbreaker and tee shirt (red). Having been on the enforcement side of the Vietnam protests, the civil disturbances of the 60’s, and college sit-ins, I was absolutely amazed to see 400,000 plus people together at one venue interacting harmoniously, without the incidence of crime, or disturbance or disruption of peace and tranquility.”
– 27-year-old male from Brooklyn
“As a teen, I was typical for that time and made sure I had all my acid stashed safely away. I tucked it in my cassette recorder, which I still have today. When I got to the site, I had such trouble trying to open the back up since I did not have a screwdriver. Lucky for me, somebody did have one and well, let’s just say I never had to buy the legendary brown acid.”
– 21-year-old male from the Bronx
“I went there a very confused, naïve 17-year-old who did not feel a connection to anyone or anything. I left knowing I was connected to an entire generation of people who thought like I did — a true revelation, and one that has stayed with me throughout my life.”
– 17-year-old male from Middletown
“We never made it to the festival. We were stuck in traffic. But my most memorable experience was seeing a naked woman lying on her 1965 Ford Mustang.”
– 14-year-old female from Middletown
“The music, of course, but also I was one of the major participants in sliding down the hill in the mud. We would get a running start, and then slide through the mud for what seemed like 50 feet.”
– 17-year-old male from Huntington
“I didn’t realize it then, but the experience has stayed with me. The sights of people sleeping in the compartments of a soda truck, the PA system alerting everyone of births, lost children, overdoses, and performance updates. I remember walking down a road and seeing men, women, and children frolic in the local lakes completely nude with no inhibition.”
– 19-year-old female from Tarrytown
“Sharing a coffee can of water with a monkey.”
– 22-year-old male from the Bronx
Local Stories
“My parents owned a farm not far from the Bethel site. For three days, my friends and I would leave the concert in the early morning hours, throw our clothes away, shower, sleep, eat, and then go back the next afternoon for more music and ambiance. Each day we carried in as much water as we could, handing it out to those who appeared to be in real need of water supplies.”
– 23-year-old male from Lake Hopatcong, NJ
“My father was manager of the Concord Resort Hotel, so I was up at the hotel for the weekend from NYC. A helicopter picked me up at the Concord Hotel — and I got the last ride out the second night.”
– 27-year-old female from Kiamesha Lake
“My future father-in-law was a full inspector in the NYC Police Department, and was actually the unsung hero of Woodstock. He was in charge of security, and hired all of the security guards, many of which were NYC policemen. To a large extent, he was responsible for the fact that the festival was without violence, and the guards were so tolerant and peace-loving. One wrong hire, and the story would have been quite different.”
– 19-year-old male visiting girlfriend’s family on Kauneonga Lake
“I was working at Carrland’s Dairy at 6 a.m. when the phone rang. It was Max Yasgur, who asked us if he could buy up all our unsold milk, eggs, and cheese and deliver it behind the bandstand concession. My friend, his sister, and his cousin helped me load up a truckload and we started out for Bethel. As we passed the Raceway, traffic stopped dead. The police came by and escorted us in. We unloaded the truck and then were told we could not get out until Sunday. We slept in the truck and listened and watched everything.”
– 26-year-old male from Ferndale
“We set up camp on Tuesday off Perry Road. To me, the camping and the experience of everything that was going on around us was most memorable. I only walked over to the stage on Friday or Saturday for about three hours. We could hear the music from our campsite, so why bother with the crowds, the rain and the mud? Being local I knew the back roads. I was able to make a daily trip to Monticello for supplies. We lived like royalty because we had food, water, beer, and pot while those all around us were camping in makeshift tents.”
– 19-year-old male from Monticello
“I flew in and out of the festival from Monticello in a medical helicopter, set up beds in a local elementary school for emergency purposes and watched National Guard helicopters land there. Beds were not used. Parked my car on Ben Leon’s lawn and listened to him complain about lack of security.”
– 26-year-old male from Monticello
“I remember when we decided to attend the festival we were asked by my uncle to bring up a 30 x 40 tent. He was in the tent rental business, and this was our summer job to make money for college. And being the businessman he was, he tried to convince us to set up a tent and charge festivalgoers to sleep under it. Well, I am so glad we didn’t take his advice. The only regret was we would have been part of history and it definitely would have helped a lot of people get shelter from all of the rain and mud. To this day my friends are convinced I left them at the festival, but the truth is we couldn’t find each other after the first day. I was able to find my car and drive home on Monday; they ended up hitch-hiking back to Newburgh. Sorry, guys.”
– 20-year-old male from New Windsor
“I was working at Carrland’s Dairy at 6 a.m. when the phone rang. It was Max Yasgur, who asked us if he could buy up all our unsold milk, eggs, and cheese and deliver it behind the bandstand concession… We unloaded the truck and then were told we could not get out until Sunday.”
Shared Experiences
The Chicken Coop
“I lived in Manhattan during the week and in Kauneonga Lake on the weekends. I drove up on Friday night and went through a back road. I was stopped a number of times by the state police. I showed them my license and told them it was my home, and they let me through and I made it home. I had people sleeping in my chicken coops and in my barn and swimming nude in my pond.
The next morning I got my motorcycle out of the barn and drove a mile up to the site and parked it right in the back of the stage and walked around and sat in front. This was my home. Where I was born; I used to bail hay on the concert field for years as a teenager. I knew every nook and cranny of the site. When I returned the next weekend the place looked like a bomb hit. There wasn’t a blade of grass left on my beloved field. The ground had been violated. But it was a good thing and that happening changed all our lives forever.”
– 25-year-old female from Kauneonga Lake
“My friend and I found a chicken coop, no longer with chickens in it, perhaps 10 other folks we did not know there as well. The coop/shelter was on the right, up a small hill, right before you got to the gates. Stage was on the left. You could hear perfectly!!! And we were dry and cozy. I was a bit over-prepared: I had a sleeping bag and [I was] wearing a leather fringed jacket.” – 22-year-old female from NYC
The Procession
“I drove up 17, turned off 17B; traffic was crawling. Got as far as Mongaup, pulled over into a garage, asked the guy if I could leave my car there, he said “Sure,” so I left my car with the keys and walked in from there. I remember the look of astonishment, disbelief on the people’s faces on their porches as they watched the procession. It was fun, lots of wonderful excitement and joy.”
– 20-year-old female from NYC
“I didn’t know the festival was happening until “hippies” started streaming past the bungalow colony on foot and told us about it. All of the kids from the bungalow colony went to see what was going on, and we saw lots of uninhibited people taking off their clothes and jumping into a pond. We saw the mudslides after the rain and we saw Joe Cocker, who we thought was weird. We also saw lots of sex and drugs.”
– 14-year-old female from Brooklyn, vacationing in White Lake
Woodstock Parents
“I took my parents to the festival site. When we passed the pond where people were skinny-dipping, two young men came out of the water naked. They saw my father and said, ‘Look, an old guy,’ and proceeded to hug him while dripping wet.”
– 17-year-old male from White Lake
“I was 19 and my sister was 16, and our mom wasn’t going to let us go. Friday night, we were sitting in our local pub, McQuirks, in New Hyde Park, reading the local newspapers. ‘Hippies Mired in Sea of Mud!’ I said, we have to go! Friends said, OK. So I went home and grabbed my sister, and off we went.”
– 19-year-old female from Long Island
“I was working on Friday, telephone company locally. I was going to buy my ticket that afternoon after work, then my friend called and said, ‘Don’t bother, the fences have been torn down, free concert!!!’ Yea! Once we got there, there was no leaving, too much going on, did not want to miss it! Parents were very upset, had told us not to go out there. Ah well!”
– 19-year-old female from Monticello
“My friend and I had purchased tickets way in advance, and the Friday night of the festival, my mother was on the phone with [some friends’ moms] to decide if they were going to let us go or not. The decision was made to let us go because we had already spent the money for the tickets… It was the most fun of my life.”
– 17-year-old male from Rhinebeck
“[I traveled] up with friend and girlfriends in my mother’s borrowed Corvair. In the end, I had to make good on the deal that I had made with my mother. She would lend me her car to go if I agreed to cut my hair after I returned. A deal is a deal. It was well worth it, and my hair grew back.”
– 20-year-old male from Thornwood
“My parents drove me and my friends up in their station wagon, as I was totally insistent on going. Rather than fight with me, they decided to join me. They stayed in a motel in White Lake. I spent the night in a stranger’s tent. They were kind enough to let me stay with them, as I was soaking wet, hungry, not feeling well and just a kid. Saturday morning I was really sick and walked to White Lake to find my parents, who were anxiously waiting for me on the porch of the motel. My mom said that she watched ‘a sea of Jesuses walking by’ until she caught sight of me. My parents must have been out of their minds with worry. All in all, it was not the most pleasant experience, but I’m very glad I was part of history and that I am here to tell the story.”
– 15-year-old female from Queens
Woodstock Kids
“Our family was living in White Lake that summer. My mom made PB&J sandwiches with Wonder bread, at least 60. We gave them away at top of Beachwood Rd on 17B. My brother and I were giving rides to hippies in our boat all week. I was hit by a slow-moving car, no injury. I saw people making love in the woods. Naked hippies swimming. I did not see any of the show, but we were listening to the concert from power lines above Happy Ave. It seems to be my most potent memory as a kid. We had full run of the place, walking everywhere with my cousins and friends. My uncle has 8 mm movies that are hysterical to watch. I think it opened my mind to a very different way to look at things.”
– 7-year-old male from White Lake
“I lived in what is today referred to as the ‘East Village’ in Manhattan, right in the heart of what we locals called ‘hippie central.’ I was traveling with my family to our annual vacation spot in White Lake when we inadvertently got mixed up in the Woodstock scene. All I remember about the traffic is that there was LOTS of it, and it never budged. Vehicles with drums and guitars hanging off them, in every color of the rainbow, with people emerging from their cars and vans to break into impromptu song whilst waiting for the traffic to move. It was surreal.”
– 10-year-old female from NYC
“We drove what seemed to me to be the longest ride ever. [What I remember most is] being on my favorite uncle’s shoulders and hearing ‘Me and Bobby McGee.’ Janis, she is the only one I remember. I was part of history. A memory etched in my heart.”
– 7-year-old female from Pine Bush
“At the time I was pregnant. Thirty years later, my son got to attend the anniversary festival. He probably was one of a few 30-year-olds to attend it twice!”
– 24-year-old female from St. Remy
Getting Home
“When we arrived home my family were gathered together in our backyard for a birthday party. It was my 18th birthday! After seeing the news stories about Woodstock all weekend the family members were not very happy with us, but were glad we made it home safely. We had no idea it was on the news everywhere. My boyfriend took the brunt of the family questions, ‘How could you bring her there?!’ That is the boy that I am married to for 41 years. We have 6 grandchildren who are amazed when we say, ‘We were there!’”
– 18-year-old female from Flushing
“I got to my apartment building and my parents made me take off my pants in the hallway and throw them down the incinerator. I also still have not found my shoes that were left in the field.”
– 17-year-old male from the Bronx
“I’m not quite sure how we got home, I think we hitched a ride with someone. All I remember is that I was starving and I paid $5 for a baloney sandwich!”
– 16-year-old female from Queens
“Leaving the festival, I realized that someone had taken my army jacket and left me his army jacket, which was much better than mine. My friends and I hitchhiked into NYC, and as we were walking near Port Authority my friend suddenly threw his sleeping bag on the sidewalk. It was because a huge bag of marijuana had fallen out of the jacket and he was trying to cover it up.”
– 20-year-old male from Indiana
“I got separated from my friends walking away from the site to go home. The traffic was so slow, every car was going 2 miles an hour…some guy in a VW bug said I could stand on his back bumper and hold on to the roof. I did, and then about 20 minutes later the traffic opened up and he started going faster and faster — he had forgotten about me, and I had to pound hard on the roof or I would have been blown off.”
– 18-year-old male from Spring Valley
“Up until then, war protesters with long hair were a minority in my town and even in my college. The festival proved that there were many, many more people my own age with the same liberal beliefs as me.”
– 21-year-old male from Watervliet
“I think we all left Woodstock with a renewed innocence, and although the world may seem different now, we all hold the collective consciousness of three days of peace and music in our hearts and it still feels the same.”
– 19-year-old male from New Scotland
“Just that a concert such as Woodstock can never be recreated. People tried, but Woodstock is frozen in time and a beautiful and unique part of rock history and culture.”
– 17-year-old male from Belmar, NJ
“It was an end to the great life of a HIPPIE that I was. I lived in the East Village for two years prior to the Woodstock festival and then married and moved to the Bronx… It brought me back to the Fillmore East, Max’s Kansas City, and my friends.”
– 21-year-old female from the Bronx
“I was very young. I was in high school and I went with my boyfriend and some friends to have fun. I married this boyfriend who was the love of my life.”
– 16-year-old female from the Bronx
“It’s nice to be able to say that I was there, ‘A cog in something turning,’ as Joni put it.”
– 22-year-old male from Warwick
“I was 14 at the time, and was instilled with the peace and brotherhood that has stayed with me every day since then. I went mainly for the music, but walked away with a big-picture attitude of what people can do together.”
– 14-year-old male from Highland Falls
“It was the highlight of my life. No experience has equaled it.”
– 18-year-old female from Nyack
“The music, the crowds, the lack of food, the rain and mud, the announcements, etc….The whole experience was like going to heaven and back!”
– 20-year-old male from Nanuet
“I grew up that weekend. I was on my own without family. I was scared…but when I arrived, I found so many people like me and that just made it feel like a small community of over 400,000 people.”
– 16-year-old male from the Bronx
“I learned to avoid large crowds where bathroom facilities are not available. Seriously, I still am in awe that it happened. I am happy to have had a very unique experience, and was delighted to see references to the ‘Woodstock Sandwich Makers’ both in the newspaper and in the Museum exhibit. I am honored to have been one of them and to be able to share this story.”
– 19-year-old male from Wallkill
“The Woodstock experience cemented in me an awareness of others, of different lifestyles and an open mind regarding diversity.”
– 21-year-old female, unknown residence
“Prior to [Woodstock] I was a fairly ‘straight’ high school athlete. After the festival, my eyes were opened to something that I had been looking for but didn’t know what it was until I experienced it. This was a life-changing event for me.”
– 17-year-old male from Smallwood
“I still marvel at a generation that had as many diverse opinions as today’s generation, yet there was no fighting or violence. Now that we are senior citizens, our own children have missed the point. I was not anti-war, nor was I pro-war. …I know that most of us were there simply to hear the music.”
– 19-year-old male from Queens
“We recognized the experience of Woodstock as the beginning of a tremendous change in American society — whether for good or bad, [I] do not know. Felt many conflicts about the times, having a cousin fighting in Vietnam, and the peaceniks showing little respect for the soldiers.”
– 33-year-old female from Smallwood
“It showed me how so many people could come together and be so generous with what they had to share. And an overwhelming feeling of unity and caring for our fellow human beings. I will take that with me in my heart until they throw dirt on me… It was one of the best things I’ve ever done.”
– 20-year-old female from New Rochelle
“I feel blessed to have taken part in an event in which our generation showed the world that a half a million young people can get together for 3 days of community, celebration, music, and fun without incident.”
– 18-year-old female from Ossining
“I went mainly for the music, but it was so much more than the music. I was a high school athlete at the time, so I wasn’t smoking pot or doing any drugs — just drank some wine. It was four magical days of peace and music. I have always felt a bit special and very lucky to have been there, particularly at my age — I had just turned 17. I think everyone that was there came away a bit more tolerant.”
– 17-year-old male from Huntington
“I have never, ever returned to reality or the so-called normal way of life.”
– 18-year-old female from Nichols
“At the time I was probably the only one there who didn’t want to be there — I was a naïve, just-turned-16-year-old girl who had never been away from home and never been to any kind of concert. I was scared, tired, wet, smelly, dirty, hungry, had no money or food (and there were naked people running around; what was I supposed to do with THAT?!), and knew my parents were going to kill me when I got home (and I was right!). But as I got older I realized that I was so privileged to have been [there]. For one brief moment I had been part of something beyond imagination and beyond understanding. I am forever grateful that I went, and was able to witness the very best of humanity, and I only wish that the scared little girl that I was then knew what I know now — it was one of the very best times of my life.”
– 16-year-old from Brewster
What Was Your Favorite Musical Performance?
“Santana made everybody start dancing…. I remember the first long note of ‘Born on the Bayou’ by Creedence and nothing else. Must have been the acid. I wish I could go back today not high.”
– 18-year-old male, unknown residence
“It was Saturday night and most people thought the show was over — then the announcer came on and said we still have Sly and the Family Stone, The Who, and Jefferson Airplane. The show was supposed to end around 1 a.m. and went on until about 11 a.m. Also Canned Heat on Saturday afternoon had to register somewhere on the Richter Scale. Whooooooo!!”
– 17-year-old male from the Bronx
“Joe Cocker, ‘With a Little Help from My Friends.’ When I see his performance, I still get chills. In my opinion it was the best song.”
– 17-year-old male from Belmar, NJ
“Jimi Hendrix on Monday morning. There were relatively few people still there. It was a disgusting mess of mud and wet blankets. It was time to go home and shower. And then there was this amazing talent playing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner.’ I knew I was watching history. The importance of Hendrix’s performance and the power of his talent and showmanship was breathtaking and the highlight of the Woodstock concert.”
– 22-year-old from Willard, NY
“Joan Baez, because of the crystal clarity of her voice over that crowd: moving, inspiring to tears!”
– 23-year-old male from NYC
“Grateful Dead. It was raining and dark and they were horrible, because they kept getting shocked by their instruments.”
– 17-year-old male from Port Jervis
“Crosby, Stills and Nash. They were so bad they were good.”
– 21-year-old male from Garrison
“THE WHO! Because they were going nuts on stage.”
– 20-year-old male from Putnam Valley
“Jefferson Airplane — Grace Slick and Morning Maniac Music. Boy, I got up and I ran down that hill. She was an inspiration to all girl singers and rock & rollers, and so is one of my idols.”
– 17-year-old female from the Bronx
“The sound system wasn’t that great. The few places where you could actually hear the music were shoulder-to-shoulder people. So I spent most of the afternoon and night taking in the sight and smells of Woodstock. I really didn’t hear the music until the movie came out. My all-time favorite is Santana.”
– 20-year-old female from Ossining
“It is hard to have a favorite performance, as the acoustics were less than desirable and the cold wet weather and mud… It made the movie version somewhat more comfortable.”
– 22-year-old male from NYC
“Janis Joplin’s phenomenal voice: gritty, edgy, passionate, vibrant, and like no other.”
– 21-year-old female from Poughkeepsie
“Ten Years After. I was madly in love with Alvin Lee.”
– 22-year-old female from Saddle Brook, NJ
“Johnny Winter! I loved the growl in his voice. He was so soulful. It was one of the last acts, and everything was mud. The temperature got colder as the evening progressed. I recall how uncomfortable it was lying in the wet cold mud. That’s how good he was.”
– 21-year-old male from Far Rockaway
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