It was 1971.  I was in high school.  Our YMCA club had sent representatives to Sacramento for the Youth in Government program, where we conducted a mock legislature.

	One fellow in our group, very strange guy, was telling people that we�d have a pot party in our hotel room that evening.  Marijuana possession was still a felony at the time.  This guy figured the guests would bring the pot.  (Some of us had brought some, but we sure didn�t tell him!)  So that evening, people would come around and we�d offer them a cup of ginseng tea and send them on their way.  

	Later, after things died down, I ended up in the room with a girl, who became my first real love.  We were making out on the bed, all very decent, and the record player was playing side 2 of American Beauty, over and over.  So I fell in love for the first time to that record.  I�ve been a Deadhead ever since.

	At one point, some house detectives came through the room we were in to search the adjoining room, where the �party� was supposed to be, but they didn�t find anything.  The pot was in the room we were in!  They never found it.