Dead ahead

I was sixteen when an older camp counselor, on our permanent staff like myself at John Knox Ranch in the heart of the Texas hill country, introduced me to the Grateful Dead.  Late that Summer we got to go see the Dead at Manor Downs, a bit Northeast of Austin, and we got to hug Jerry Garcia on his 40th birthday.  That might have been the most significant, most socially intertwined, moment of my entire life.

No one in the band, and no one in the crew around the band, was wound up that night.  Warm, sure.  But very laid back.

There was a beautiful blonde girl dancing in front of the stage that night.

My best friend Diane (40 years later) was there.  She was the beautiful blonde!  She’s still a beautiful blonde!!!  And she’s NOT a real blonde – she just acts like one!