I returned to “The World” 45 years ago, today after a year circling the globe, courtesy of the U.S. Navy. It was my first shipboard tour-of-duty, and by way of random chance it gave me opportunity to visit 10 countries in Asia, Africa and Europe — not to mention some special time in the Gulf of Tonkin and Da Nang Harbor in March, during Tet ’69. The Tet Counter-offensive ended in June. However, by then we were well into drinking cervezas in Rota, Spain and making a good effort to avoid the attention of General Franco’s Guardia Nacional (nice hats, by the way). Back in New York City, my plan was to surprise the family in the Bronx with an unannounced return. But I was the one who was surprised. Nobody was home. The family was on a road trip out-of-state. It was a good thing that I had my house key or I might have had to sleep on the porch on my Sea Bag. That evening, two younger cousins (Gregory and David) just happened to be passing by; saw the lights were on and stopped in. At least they were surprised to see me and kept me company for a while. While talking about this and that, they told me that there was some kind of big-deal, week-end concert and festival taking place upstate that began the night before, in Bethel, New York. Well how big-deal could that have been? Right?