our questions were answered when he told us his friend tended bar nearby, and was trying to sell two tickets to lake placid (dec. 16, 1995), which was in two days. of course, we went to the bar, tracked the guy down, and purchased the tickets.  my friend had never been to a show before, so she was psyched! so was i. what are the odds?

that's not the only miracle of this story, however. we got to the olympic arena, waked around the lot for a bit, and made our way inside. (we had floor seats, by the way). halfway through the first set, our very kind neighbors were passing their bowl to us, making allison feel very comfortable, when i felt a tap on my shoulder. the guy in back of me asked one question."do you dose?" he dosed me, and the show went on.... incredible jams. i had a great trip.

later on, on our way back to v.t., we actually bumped into my benefactor at a jiffy mart. we said hi, chatted about the show, etc. i thanked him for making my experience even more of a miracle. he hugged be, and disappeared into the winter night. so wherever you are, dose-man, thanks.

- mel