#lunaloo

I remember that, after the madness of cops (not copps) beating up on innocent deadheads in the insanity of George the First's "Drug War" in the Northeastern U.S., that the scene was so kind in Canada. Instead of the loudspeakers blaring out nasty warnings near the gate (as had happened in previous venues), the gate announcements had a friendly "Welcome to Copps Coliseum..." message and tone.

A friendly policeman was observed, while pouring out a Deadhead's hapless beer, to smile and lament "it's such a waste of a good beer." When another Deadhead pointed out that he was pouring it over his cop shoes by accident, he had a good laugh.

An elderly woman at the nearby enclosed farmer's market inquired of my friends and I, "Are you here for the festival?" Yes, we said. It was such a friendly reception after the chaos of the earlier tour.

And that was all outside the show. The show itself absolutely blew me away.