Looks who’s on the way into the city for the Grateful Dead concert! I’ve got the tickets, my squash blossom earrings, my rocks, and, oh yeah, my unreconstructed hippie-turned auditor-turned mayor-now publisher, with me, a girl who’s still a babe in the woods.

Crowd consists of Deadheads from the 70’s, more than Chicago did. (P.S. My rock was confiscated. But they took pity on me, they’re giving it back after the show.)

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