It's been 40 years since a half-million golden children of God trekked to Max Yasgur's soggy farm in upstate New York.

Forty years since they painted flowers on their faces, avoided the brown acid and danced in the mud to the likes of Janis and Jimi and Richie and Ravi.

They're in their 60s now, those aging hippies who swarmed the remote swath of open space in Bethel, New York, but for many of the South Bay residents who were at what was officially known as the Woodstock Music & Art Fair 40 years ago this weekend, the glow of those magical three days still lingers.

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