Oakland Coliseum, Los Angeles 1992 (or ’93?)
Maggie was a friend of mine when I lived in California. We went to the same shows locally and saw each other at all the same parties. We liked a lot of the same things, such as reggae music, marijuana (among other things) and watching live music. It was never a very big surprise to run in to her at Grateful Dead shows back in the day, especially the west coast shows. No matter where a show was, there was always a chance I might run into her on Shakedown Street, in the hall dodging spinners or in the darkness on Phil’s side having a smoke break. It was at a show in Oakland Los Angeles that I ran into her one night when I really needed her.
Maggie was a friend of mine when I lived in California. We went to the same shows locally and saw each other at all the same parties. We liked a lot of the same things, such as reggae music, marijuana (among other things) and watching live music. It was never a very big surprise to run in to her at Grateful Dead shows back in the day, especially the west coast shows. No matter where a show was, there was always a chance I might run into her on Shakedown Street, in the hall dodging spinners or in the darkness on Phil’s side having a smoke break. It was at a show in Oakland Los Angeles that I ran into her one night when I really needed her.