This trip look place in 1982 and involved several folks including BB’s suite-mate Kermit (later to become Kermit-the-Frog on the Amtrak train trip) and Charlie the Deadhead. This was another roadtrip involving the friends of BB but not BB himself.
Enough background…Kermit and I wanted to see the Dead in Hartford for two shows. We had no transportation and there wasn’t an easy way to get there by train so we decided to hitchhike. Not the greatest idea we ever had, but it worked out. We took local transportation to the Mass Turnpike exit ramp with our backpacks and my drugs. We first got picked up by a commuter he drove us like 20 miles and dropped us off on the Pike.
There was another Deadhead standing there on the side of the Pike and we all were hitchhiking. This old green Oldsmobile picked the three of us up. The driver looked about 24 and had an army shaved haircut. His sidekick, we found out was his kid brother, was in his late teens and also had a shaved haircut. The guy was heading back to his military base and was driving 90 miles per hour when the speed limit was probably on 55. Then, part way through the trip, the kid started taking traffic tickets out of the glove compartment and announced each one as he threw them out the window of the car. “Driving under the influence”; “Driving without a license”; “Driving 25 miles per hour over the speed limit”; “Parking in a Handicap Space <on a Handicap person>”. There may have been more. In 65 minutes we had traveled over 90 miles and he dropped us off at the exit. We had survived. Kermit looked freaked out.
No drugs had been taken so far except in between the last two hitch hikes. We smoked a bowl with he other Dead head. We decided not to smoke with the lunatic as he was a shitty enough driver as it were.
The other Deadhead got a ride first because he was only one person. A pickup truck with two Deadheads picked us up; this would be our last ride for the day. They were heading to the show eventually but agreed to drop us off in Storrs, CT, the home of University of Connecticut. We sat on the truck bead huddled in a blanket. We gave the H/W hippies a joint to smoke for their kindness. I tried to light a joint myself but it was too windy. After an hour or more, they brought us right to the dorm we were staying at.
Charlie the Deadhead grew up in an affluent part of Connecticut. His Dad was a doctor. I think his Mom was too-I am sure BB remembers. He was Jewish but had a weird drug dealer friend who had a poster of Adolf Hitler and WW II memorabilia in his home town. It always made me uncomfortable (being born Jewish and all) but he never said anything insulting. I never understood the appeal-it must have been the roses (the drugs).
Charlie was there at the dorm like he said he would be. He was reasonable tall, skinny and unkempt, and had a beard and a Jew fro. He always wore a Dead tee shirt. He quickly took out a joint and we began smoking it with his friends (who I quickly forgot their names as soon as the words left his lips). I remember “Murph” because I had met him through BB in Fairdale, CT. We started discussing the logistics of getting to the shows. We had tickets for that night and the next night-Charlie only went to the Sat. night show so he remained behind but set us up with his and BB’s friends-remember BB?
When the show was over, we caught a ride back to UCONN and Charlie was there. We talked about the set list, how we were going to get cassette tape copies of the show, and Sat. night plans. Charlie looked baked and we had not dropped LSD that night. We eventually settled down and slept on the floor of a dorm room.
I don’t remember much about the next day. We dropped LSD (from MIT) and went to the show. But the real fun started when we went back to this condo. The tenants were Grad student Deadheads who went to the show and were friends of Charlie. All of us were tripping on something. This is the interesting part. There is a dice game named Cosmic WhimpOut*. There is a similar game called Dice 10,000 or Ziltch**. In Fairdale, they played Ziltch as opposed to Cosmic Whimpout. Tonight we played something new.
There was a dartboard (and darts) set up, a table with 6 dice, and a table with Tequila and shooter glasses. The idea was to throw a dart (which was presumably scored), roll the dice (which was presumably scored), and then do a shot. There were like 8 of us all tripping ( I mentioned that already) and we were drinking Becks, the beer of Fairdale. The hosts were very excited because this had never been done like this. They were moving out of the condo the next day and obviously were not concerned about their cleaning deposit.
We all fell asleep about 4:30 AM and woke up hung over. I have no idea how we got back to Boston. We must have gotten a ride from someone at the shows-I don’t know.
Footnotes:
*The five Cosmic Wimpout dice are referred to as “cubes”. Four of the cubes have face values of “two swirls”, “three triangular glyphs”, “four lightning bolts”, “the number 5”, “six stars” and “the number 10” – the fifth cube, often a different colour, has a single “flaming sun” icon in place of the triangular glyphs.[3] The general rules for the game have evolved since its inception and there have been various minor modifications made to the colors and patterns of the face designs on the cubes.
**The game requires six standard dice and a pencil and paper for scoring. Each player starts out “off the table” with a score of zero. Players collect points during their turn, and either add those points to their cumulative score, or continue rolling with the risk of losing all points accumulated that turn if a scoring combination is not rolled.