Originally Posted by
jackstraw
Bobby was playing with Rat Dog in my hometown. My wife was "wicked" pregnant so we didn't buy tics. We went down and hung out in the back lot of the casino ballroom with a shitton of other deadheads and as many cops. The cops were prepared for a riot and everyone just sat and hung peacefully burning candles and listening to Bobby. It was wonderful and horrible all at the same time.
I'll never forget how many yrs Jerry has been gone as my first son was born in '95. The weird memory from that night was thinking my kid will never see the Grateful Dead play. It bummed me out.