60 years ago today, I took a wildcard chance on love, moving in with a penniless musician and his bandmates whose only certain ‘employment’ was as the house band for Ken Kesey’s Acid Tests. I arrived in L.A. with three possessions: my VW Bug, a small suitcase, and a camera.

His name was Phil Lesh and the band was the Grateful Dead.

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