I'll toss out one of my favorite stories.
I was at Woodstock.
OK, here's the rest of the story:
I was in the Air Force, stationed in Syracuse, NY. I had gone home to Brooklyn to hang out with my friends one weekend, and I heard about Woodstock going on. When I found out where it was, I got excited, because it wasn't far out of my way when I returned to Syracuse, so on Sunday I headed back earlier than usual. Needless to say, it was a fairly rotten day, and I had to leave the car fairly distant and hike to the actual festival site. By the time I got to the edge of it, things were decidedly weird and miserable, due to the weather, so I simply turned around, hiked back to the car, and continued to Syracuse.
But the point is ...
I WAS AT WOODSTOCK !!!
Well, sort of.