There is nothing quite like a sequestered little town anywhere in the sticks populated by a bunch of AARP hippies. The guys with the grey beards and moth-eaten tie-dyed shirts, and the woman with the long braids of grey hair and little whiskers! Free spirits who hate government, but are happy to collect their disability and social security checks! Like Ayn Rand did! Woodstock in NY is like that. You almost feel like you have just stepped out of a time machine, except the people are all wrinkled and limping from arthritis! And they don't believe in deodorant!