Yeah Paul, THAT'S what was missing that day...you, Rich and a bottle of whiskey. My NDV lady was WAY too "straight" to appreciate our rough and tumble side.
The Polo Fields was straight down into the Park from my home at 30th/Kirkham. I'd hear music from Speedway through my bedroom window, make a few calls and meet up at the Park.
I tell folks I stopped attending Dead concerts when I had to pay. There was so much going on in them days. I remember happy , peaceful people enjoying being there. And me and my mates had NO notion of what was going on.