This show is a legend. Here it is in good sound, low hiss, complete, good levels. Better sound than the Holwein recording. This is how you want to hear this monster show. Listen loud on a good system.

Thanks for this memory. Hitched from Oregon into SF during my year as a tramp (78-79), walked upon Winterland somehow, slept in gravel parking lot. In the morning, hung out on the sidewalk along the building with other dead heads, shared some shitty homegrown I'd picked up with a few brethren. Finally, around 3 p.m., I confided in a stranger I had no ticket and no money and didn't know how I was going to get in. He announced it to the gathered street people, they took up a collection, and handed me $15 and change and three hits of acid. I ended up seeing all three shows from the edge of the stage and, on the third night, I got tired of standing to the left by Phil's bass speakers close enough to see Jerry's "God Rides a Harley" bumper sticker on his Fender. So, I had to get away to a "quiet" place in the auditorium. Found a section of empty seats way up in the balcony that were roped off. I borrowed one. A few minutes later, the Dead took a break and the seats began to fill up with families. Billy Kreutzman sat down next to me. I tried to talk to him about how much I loved him, but, neither one of us could make any sense. I asked him for his autograph. He said sure. I looked in my wallet and the only thing in it was an unemployment stub from the previous winter, when I was working construction in Boulder and got laid off. He signed a big "B" followed by a line, then a big "K" followed by a line. That's the magic of the Dead!