I was in the city visiting a friend,Charlie. He lived on Ashbury, up from Haight. A couple blocks from the Dead house.
Sitting on his porch waiting for him to get home with a cold sixer of Becks. He was an intern @ SF Med. Center.
He came walking up coat and tie over his arm,beat. We sat on his stoop and had a cold one. I read Herb.
A beauty came walking up the side walk with an arm load of groceries. Charlie got up and instantly offered to carry her bags....she said for a beer. He put her sacks down and she sat. They talked, I read Herb.
Now Charlie was the silent type. Tall , good looking , big bushy stache and round Lennon glasses. She had his attention...they talked.
She finished her beer and stood, she thanked me for the Becks and he carried her bags up the street. Talking...
As he came up the steps, a while later, I said "I hope you got her #", and flashed 3 tickets to the Filmore...the Dead. A gal had just handed them to me when I went down for another sixer. He ran to make the call.
We drove up the hill in my beat up Dodge pickup I had gotten in MT, I mean beat up. She just jumped in on his lap and said "Hi, I'm Mary." I tipped my hat and said "Howdy". Charlie just smiled...
The show as a blast. 4 hours in I left...with a Sugeree.
6 months later I was at their wedding...standing in the back in my best western suit & my MT lid. A guy came up next to me and said "I hear your to blame for this!" ...Bob Weir. I was stunned silent. He knew Mary. She was a Dr. at the Med Center too........head of trauma surgery.
The Dead donated to the Center.
Bob knew everyone. He had ten irons in ten fires going all the time.
"Shake It Sugeree".
Sitting on his porch waiting for him to get home with a cold sixer of Becks. He was an intern @ SF Med. Center.
He came walking up coat and tie over his arm,beat. We sat on his stoop and had a cold one. I read Herb.
A beauty came walking up the side walk with an arm load of groceries. Charlie got up and instantly offered to carry her bags....she said for a beer. He put her sacks down and she sat. They talked, I read Herb.
Now Charlie was the silent type. Tall , good looking , big bushy stache and round Lennon glasses. She had his attention...they talked.
She finished her beer and stood, she thanked me for the Becks and he carried her bags up the street. Talking...
As he came up the steps, a while later, I said "I hope you got her #", and flashed 3 tickets to the Filmore...the Dead. A gal had just handed them to me when I went down for another sixer. He ran to make the call.
We drove up the hill in my beat up Dodge pickup I had gotten in MT, I mean beat up. She just jumped in on his lap and said "Hi, I'm Mary." I tipped my hat and said "Howdy". Charlie just smiled...
The show as a blast. 4 hours in I left...with a Sugeree.
6 months later I was at their wedding...standing in the back in my best western suit & my MT lid. A guy came up next to me and said "I hear your to blame for this!" ...Bob Weir. I was stunned silent. He knew Mary. She was a Dr. at the Med Center too........head of trauma surgery.
The Dead donated to the Center.
Bob knew everyone. He had ten irons in ten fires going all the time.
"Shake It Sugeree".
