Wang Dang Doodle
Friend of the Devil
Mexicali Blues
Maggie's Farm
Row Jimmy
Picasso Moon
Tennessee Jed
Promised Land
Corina
Crazy Fingers
Playin' in the Band
Uncle John's Band
Drums
Space
Casey Jones
Throwin' Stones
One More Saturday Night
Baba O'Riley
Tomorrow Never Knows
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THE Show
That Train
Great show!!! We had a
The train horn gives me
The Best Moments Fade into a Dream...........
train
I have NO recollection of
Shocking end to space
I just don't get it...
Dennis yelled at me!
big party crowd
incredible!!!!!
Shenandoah
The Horn!
My Wife's only show.
most of what I can remember.........
Out of ALL of the shows that
Long drive...
Great Concert
it sounds like you should
Fran Lewandowsi, Dennis McNally, myself
My dear friend, Fran Lewandowski, was terminally ill with leukemia. I had written a letter to the Grateful Dead's fan address in San Rafael, California. I explained how Fran had told me that he would like to see one more Dead show before he left this world. In the letter, I admitted that as much of a fan as I was of the Grateful Dead, Fran was a supremely Deadicated fan who spent many hours listening to the jams and recording every Deadhead Hour. I also let the potential reader know how much I and all of Fran's friends loved him. A couple of weeks later, I was in my kitchen, and the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi, is this Dave Saddler?" "Yes, it is." "Dave, you wrote one hell of a letter." I was still confused as to the nature of the call. "My name's Dennis McNally. Maybe you've heard of me?" McNally!? Yes! The Grateful Dead's McNally! "You're with the Grateful Dead!," I blurted. "Well, I do publicity for them. Dave, we're up in New York, but we're going to be at RFK in a couple of weeks. How's Fran doing?" "He's actually doing pretty good," I replied. "Do you think he could go to the RFK show?" I said that since he had a Hickman catheter, he would need access to a private bathroom. "Yeah, we got that from your letter. Listen, if you think Fran can come to the show, we'll have a couple of backstage passes waiting for you." I couldn't thank him enough! And you should have seen the look of shock on Fran's face when I told him! Fran was definitely up to it. It was a hot day. We walked up to the ticket window. We showed our ID's. We got our backstage passes! I eventually took pictures of them! Fran was beaming! Dennis McNally met us and hung out with us for a little while. More pictures of us with Dennis and drinking cold brew! Bruce Hornsby and Vince Welnick said hello to us. Vince confided that his mother had passed away from cancer. I offered my condolences. Then, Vince asked, "So, how are you doing?" I said that Fran was a real trooper. Vince again asked, "No, I mean, how are you doing?" I said I was lucky to have a friend like Fran. And Vince said, "And I think Fran is lucky to have a friend like you." For sure, I will always miss Fran. But, without a doubt, being a friend of the Grateful Dead has always been a source of joy, comfort, and peace. God Bless the Grateful Dead!