I saw the Greatful Dead three times during this period and this is the only show I remember the precise date. I traveled up from Bloomington with a guy named Dan in a brown Duster. He got as far as the city limits and decided he was too out-of-it to proceed beyond the Indianapolis city limits.

I drove the rest of the way to the hall.

Once we got inside Market Square, we both went to the restroom and after that we got separated. I did not see him for the entire concert. When the show was over, I found him passed out on the parking lot next to the passenger side door of the brown Duster.

This is the kind of weirdness that became rather commonplace for a while when I was in college.