“It’s really far out, just too fuckin’ neat, man,” said Jerry Garcia. “I mean, we’ve only just started gettin’ into what we can do. There’s no limit… and we’re all feeling good.”
“The Grateful Dead were in town and the prospects for peace looked promising. A happy, scruffy parade of 80 marched down St. Mark’s Place, complete with police escort, to present the Dead with a white carnation key to the East Village, graciously accepted by Pigpen.”
