On August 15, 1969, Bobbi Kelly was sitting on a stool sipping a beer in a bar in a sleepy town in the Catskills in upstate New York. Her boyfriend Nick Ercoline was working behind the bar while on the television a news reporter was describing half a million people converging on a farm some 40 miles away at Woodstock for a festival of “three days of peace, love and music”.
“It looked so exciting, and it was getting so much hype we decided we just had to go,” she recalled.
The following morning, Jim “Corky” Corcoran, a friend who had recently returned from serving with the Marines in Vietnam and had watched the news coverage with them, borrowed his mother’s station wagon and they