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djn said:On my Lake tahoe Labor Day week-end getaway I made a special point of stopping at Harrah's. It had been 24 years since my last visit. That visit is a high-lighted memory as this is where I met Karen and Richard in Feb '78. For the sake of nostalgia I winded my way thru the smoke and booze laden casino to the doors of the South Shore Room where the concert had taken place. Through the haze I could make out the spot where David Alley greeted me and cemented plans for back stage. As the fog lifted the entry doors to the show room stood in my face. The memories hit me like a ton of bricks. It was a time warp. Vividly I recounted the overwhelming event. At this point I stepped toward the large doors and opened them wide to reveal the roots of my happiest occasion. I was filled with the familiar anticipation of the 15 y/o kid who had hit the jack pot years and years before. Naturally I've retained these thoughts yet in some uncanny way they were freshened and technicolored.
I decided that this was my lucky casino. The slots would magically transform my quarters into dollars. Well, it was after I dropped 5 bucks that I realized I had already won the biggest purse this place could offer.
The event remains the most adrenaline packed experience of my life. Countless times I've come here to remind myself that life is good. For whatever reason this is my manifest dream.
Downstairs I peaked into Karen's then opened doored dressing room as David Alley retrieved her. Karen emerged with a bouncy and wide eyed clip saying "who am I meeting". Uh uh uh Karen, me. I was intimidated and dazed. Then with my youthful manners I asked uh uh uh Karen may I shake your hand? She smiled and we met. I have journeled the details of my close encounter with K&R. It's funny, cute really to read my stuttering presentation. Someday I will share the complete notes.
Gossip: Richard was smoking when I entered his dressing room. I think they were MORES because the cig was brown, long and slender. I was surprised. I have more dirt available for future dish.
The luckiest boy I know,
Jeff