Woodstock, or Where have all the Hippies gone?

So this is the fortieth anniversary of Woodstock. For those too young to remember it, well you are in good company because even though a half a million people went, most of us didn't know about it until we read the story in Newsweek. The real question is not who knew then, but where did all those Hippies go. All the free love, liberal thinkers. Because as I look around at my generation, there aren't a lot of free love liberals. Republicans don't go to orgiastic open air events. If the media can be trusted on this one, and I think they can, Republicans like their orgies behind closed doors, in private and preferably in an out of the way place like Argentina.

But back to the question at hand. Where did they go. One theory is that they all died or were abducted by space aliens and taken to a planet of love. (Variant popular in "the day" - they were whisked away in a yellow submarine to a secret island funded by the Beatles) At any rate we know where they really went, they of the free love and pass the dope generation went to Business School where they learned to embrace their inner capitalist and gave up pot for vodka and Bordeaux.

Chanting the Hare Krishna gave way to Amazing Grace and the only prophetic vision of the time that has lasted, at least in my suburb, seems to be from Janis Joplin who opined "Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz, My friends all drive Porches I must make amends."