Sunny Quinn, local radio personality, was part of a commune that helped organize Woodstock. (Bill Ingram / The Post)

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JUPITER’S SUNNY QUINN helped organize Woodstock.
Her only bad trip? When somebody dosed her poor pet monkey.

By SUNNY QUINN
Special to The Palm Beach Post

The Woodstock Festival is one of the fondest memories of my entire life. I was vintage hippie in the truest sense of the word.

I was living in a commune in the town of Woodstock long before the festival took place on Max Yasgur’s farm. In fact, I was living in two communes and one apartment. One commune in Manhattan was on St. Mark’s Place, two blocks down from the Fillmore East, and the other was in Woodstock. I also had an apartment on 74th Street and Broadway. I’d take a Greyhound bus back and forth between the two.

Woodstock was an amazing quaint little country town with nothing more than a grocery store, and hardware store, a fabric store, a pharmacy — just a couple of blocks of the basics. My commune’s house was on a little road called Pine Grove Street with the Old Mill Stream running behind it, and was connected to another house where (blues musician) Paul Butterfield lived. Bob Dylan and The Band, Richie Havens, Tim Hardin and the guys from Procol Harum could all be seen at any given time walking down the street. Dylan’s “Big Pink” house was nestled up a hill in the woods.

I remember times when dozens of us would sit in a circle holding hands and just meditate together, and exchange ideas about how to spread peace to the rest of the world. Such a naive, but noble, ambition.

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