Ah yes, January 1967. My friend Dennis Maloney and I were juniors at GWHS and we heard something was going on in the park and our classmate Abe Chichinksi (Bill Graham's nephew) told us there would be great music. We wandered over to the Polo Fields with our short hair and black horned rimmed glasses, white coats (what was the brand of zip coat we all wore then, we'd snap the top button and leaver the zipper open?) and got there just as Timothy Leary was speaking, then wandered around and watched the Airplane play. How could the world change by just crossing Fulton? What a day, just wished I had a camera in my pocket.