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Mention Grateful Dead and I think of working at Silicon
Graphics back in the middle to late 90s. SGI's offices were right
next to Shoreline Amphitheatre, the local concert venue. And we could
always tell when the Dead were scheduled to play, as the Deadheads
began arriving hours before concert time in their distinctive garb.
It was probably hours before; my feeling that they started showing up
days in advance is probably just my memory getting fanciful.
I could never figure out if being a Dead fan was more about the music
or about the shared experience, a sort of "if you're not one of us,
you couldn't possibly understand" attitude. And when an acquaintance
told me about being a Deadhead and about the number of times she'd
gone to hear them play, I couldn't imagine why that sounded like pride
in her voice. Sounded pretty nuts to me. Of course, that was before
I became a Scaper and demonstrated that
I too was capable of (boldly) going where no (sane) man has gone
before.
I still don't quite get the Dead. But I can understand the
obsession, even if I don't share it. Not yet, anyway.
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