On the Freedom Trail

50 years ago this week I watched the Grateful Dead do a string of shows at the Boston Music Hall. Boston was a great city to trip around in, with architecture that varied from old buildings from our founding to very space age.

The shows were a lot of fun, it was one of my favorite venues, very small and intimate;  a volleyball game on the floor before the shows, lots of frisbee action. The shows were rocking, I remember a great St. Stephen and if I remember correctly a Comes a Time.

My memory is a bit foggy but I believe that I returned from a year abroad in Israel and Greece before the show. I had to cut my overseas adventure short, an unfortunate encounter with a beguiling lass from St. Moritz required that I seek powerful antibiotics stat.

I flew to New York and got a shot in the butt and then on to Boston, where I stayed with my older sister Liz, who was living in Revere at the time. Caught all three nights of this tour, the rest is a fog. But I believe that I first met my friend Doug Garn at these shows. I think I had seen him at Bethesda Fountain previously but never got to know him. until Boston.

However, my memory might be a bit shaky, this was admittedly a long time ago. I am happy to say that I caught the band at a time when they were very, very good.