When I covered rock’n’roll in the early 1980s, Bob Weir and Jerry Garcia were among the many performers I enjoyed interviewing. But my most lasting memory of the Grateful Dead took place 45 years ago this month long before my career in journalism began.
In the fall of 1972, my friend Bob Boyle and I made plans to see the Dead in Jersey City, New Jersey, on Sept. 19, the day after Bob’s 19th birthday. At the time, we were students at St. Bonaventure University in Western New York State about 350 miles from Jersey City. But we didn’t let the distance dissuade us. Nor were we concerned that neither of us had a car.
The solution? Hitchhike. more
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