He smiled at her and nodded. "Of course. I was twenty and a big fan of the movement." he murmured, eyes going skyward - or ceilingward as it were - as he spoke of that time. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world." he assured the girl. "I was turned then." he explained. "At Woodstock. I'm still wondering why they've yet to do another concert quite like that one. Doubt they ever will. Suppose it's for the best though. They probably couldn't top it if they tried anyway, so why bother?"
At least that was the way that he thought of it.
"It was quite lovely. Everyone camped out and just enjoying the life. No worries and no cares. Peace, love and harmony."
And sex. Lots and lots of sex, but he didn't need to tell the teenager all about that. Not that times had changed that much where that particular activity was concerned. Sex was still a big part of everything after all. Something that would probably never change.