Many seasons ago, during the Old Mill District’s annual Michael Franti psychedelic musical time-space continuum trip, a man in a capsized canoe T-boned my raft just before nightfall. Knowledgeable paddlers aboard, we auto-piloted into rescue mode. A few of us hoisted the stranger into our vessel. Others began the painstaking process of surfacing and purging […]
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Best Seat in the House
Prohibitions, party-fouls and penalties to know so you won’t be that guy during summer concert poaching