day i tripped with jerry garcia
signed my playbill in a bar in berkeley. his picture and a
description of the song "ripple" were in it. he
wanted the foutain pen which turned out to be some kind of
heavy duty one for writing on t-shirts.
was writing on the carpet when i mentioned that i had the
lease on the club, so we went up telegraph avenue to get some
discarded carpet samples under the carleton hotel.
we passed some corner knicknack stands that were being thrown
out, i told him that i used to live in that hotel. he wondered
why no one ever invited him to any of those parties and didn't
i know that he liked paper moons. i told him how careful i
had to be about asteroids nowadays, but of course i would
hang out with him.
we went back to the saloon. there, alan parsons was still
playing "standing on higher ground" as they had
been in my previous dream of an hour and a half before.
Gerry George, Texas; picture: Jeff Crouch, Texas)