Lots of baby boomers are talking about Woodstock this year because, well, it’s the 50th anniversary and that’s a long time in our lives. But London’s Tom Curtin, a reputation management consultant, talks about it in his new novel, and he didn’t even go. Why not? Read this and you’ll find out. I turned down tickets for Woodstock in 1969. Woodstock, 1969. On a cockroach exterminator’s pay of $125 a…



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