Dear Editor, Reading “Page Two” [Feb. 2] sparked a very vivid memory that debunks the apocryphal version which Mr. Black shared. I understand that "if you can remember the Sixties, you weren't there"; however, the Sixties didn't get under way in earnest for me until 1967, so I managed to be "there" for this. I graduated high school in 1967. My dad arranged for me and a friend to go to New York for a week that June as a graduation present. Small town East Texas meets the Big Apple. At the time, I was more interested in the Greenwich Village scene than the usual attractions and spent a fair amount of time down there. That weekend, there were two shows a few doors apart: the Mothers of Invention at (not sure) and the Grateful Dead at the Cafe au Go Go. The Dead’s first album had just come out, and I’d at least seen it and heard of them by then. It was a tough choice, but somehow we decided to go see the Dead (it may have been cheaper or had a shorter line to get in). Here’s where my memory is a little hazy, but I don’t think that there could have been more than about 300 people in that club – maybe far fewer. At any rate my memory is that it was fairly intimate. I know we sat at a table and were reasonably close to the stage. What an experience! I saw the Dead a couple of times after that but always in a large crowd and from afar. I appreciate “Page Two” (as usual) and enjoyed recalling this once-in-a-lifetime experience.