The Ball, the ball, the ball.
The Clifford Ball 1996, the greatest musical
performance I've ever witnessed, a time I'll never forget.
"Where the fuck is Plattsburg, New York?"
That was the main concern on a
warm summer afternoon, as we began to pack up the car for a trip that will remain
crisp in my mind better then vacation I've ever been on.
It was Tom, Tim, Joe,
Beau, Tom' brother Steve, Alex who flew in from Wisconsin, Tim's brother Sean and
The weather couldn't been better, the mood.
..excitement, joy, and a
After all it was my first Phish show, and Tom was the only
other one out of us all who had seen a Phish show.
I had always liked phish, but I
was always reluctant to get tix for a show, I figured I could wait till they came
to Giant Stadium, or
One day I decided "What the hell!!"
Plattsburg was a good 6 hours up I-87 from quiet River Vale, New Jersey.
we spent most of the afternoon at Shop-rite, Campmor, and Ramsey outdoor.
sleeping bags, coolers of beer, soda, food, and more beer, tents, stoves, lanterns,
bug torches, and clothes.
At around 12 midnite Friday morning we hit the road and
embarked, on what would be a scared trip.
Tom drove the van with his brother and