The Sacred and the Dead: It’s (Not) Just a Box of Rain
…ollege in 1989, I went to my first Dead show near Chicago. I didn’t have a ticket (and didn’t care so much about the music, really) but wanted to see what all the fuss was about from a safe distance in the parking lot where the aromas and sights and sounds and colors and patterns and vibe of Deadhead central overwhelmed my senses. I bought a silver bangle for $10 and almost 26 years later, it’s still there on my right wrist. In my early 20s, I end…
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