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To get close and not be in the crowd where there was no room anyway, everyone seated in the grass some with blankets and coolers, we chose to sit on the dirt of a somewhat steep hill off to the south side, which was heavily shaded with big trees.
I met a girl there or more likely we concerted together since she lived about 300 yards from my house, on the next corner down the hill. We were sitting together on the hillside. The music began, but I have no recollection of who played that day. Someone climbed a tree, slid out on a branch, did the appropriate amount of yelling and screaming and then fell off from quite high. There was a little used road up behind us, and eventually an ambulance showed up for the fallen hero. About the same time motorcycles could be heard up on the road, and 8 or 10 leather clad Hell's Angels came down and sat directly behind us.
The girl and I left early and we went home together. May have been the next day --- heard that there had been a shoot-out, between the Hell's Angels behind us and a rival gang, right at that very spot we had been sitting, at some point after we left. To make it even a smaller world, maybe a year later, a woman living on the corner across the street from me, had a guest staying at her place. Turns out he was just out of jail and one of the guys who had attacked those same Hell's Angels on that same Sunday, and may have shot me and she had we been still there. Needless to say I had nothing to say to him.
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