During the break, down in the pit, I met a nice fellow who had come from India to see the show. He said that he had only heard one Dead record, and that the music was so beautiful and moving that he had to come see them in person. I said, "Blues For Allah"? He said, No,"Shakedown Street"! I was on acid and found this to be quite amusing. Then a very jolly fellow in a GIGANTIC tie-tie t-shirt, asked where I was from.Feeling rather conspicuous (in a room of 50,000 people), I mustered up "Oregon". Then it was a lengthy conversation trying to teach this guy, who was from New Jersey, how to pronounce the name of my home state. Luckily, the 2nd set rendered all speaking moot. Oh, yeah, also my favorite Peggy-O.

During the only few moments of sunshine all afternoon, we
passed through the working end of a beautiful rainbow somewhere near the CA Aqueduct on the way to the show from Fresno.

At the show, I was amazed by a very long, complex, emotional and intriguing version of Stella Blue and I have always liked receiving that cosmically charged mail from Desolation Row.

Perhaps, that fabled Pot O' Gold is still on it's way, or no ?!! Either way, The Dead helped me survive the Reagan years, so I am way ahead of the game.

Cheers !!