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A buddy and I drove non-stop from Houston, TX, to attend a free show with the Grateful Dead and Jefferson Airplane, 9/16/67, Elysian Park, Los Angeles. Well worth the long drive. I was returning to grad. school at U.C. Riverside anyway, so not a special trip, but would not have driven non-stop otherwise. Those were the days…Ahh, the days of Dead shows past. Stoners walking around w/ one finger in the air, "I need a miracle." ||| Getting a grilled cheese sandwich from a young lady making them at the rear of her VW Bus ||| The sweet smell of pot wafting ||| And toward the end, weren't there people selling CD's of the show you just saw? ||| "There WAS nothing like a Grateful Dead show"
