There was a great Obituary in the New York Times today about a man who was able to get the permit for the Woodstock Festival. It, as most know, was not in Woodstock but in the little town of Bethel in the Catskills across the River.

As luck would have it, Mr. Tiber, in his capacity as president of the Bethel Chamber of Commerce — an absurd post, he later said, “because there was no commerce” — held an official permit, written by himself to himself, to hold a music and arts festival. This was the golden key that unlocked the door that opened onto one of the defining events of the era.

Elliot Tiber