Ran into Jerry Garcia twice, apart from seeing the Dead in concert. Once was in Berkeley. He was just on the street. The second time was outside some arena in Milwaukee, where my cousin Jan and I had gone to hear the concert. I was wearing the purple Jesus robe that Cindy Nelson had sewn for me. This purple classic limousine drove into the lot where we had parked and headed right for us. It was Garcia and some of the other Dead members. I guess they liked my robe. Garcia rolled down the window and asked what was going on. I asked him if he'd gotten the letter I'd sent him. "Which one?," he asked. My mind was blown anyway. Jan threw up during the concert.
Maybe I dreamed it.
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