"Who's Jerry Garcia?"

When we got the life magazine I disappointingly was not in the photo.
Leafing through the magazine weeks later probably for the hundredth time one of the guys pointed out a picture of me.
I was standing with an awe struck/spaced out look, mouth open, short hair, wire rimmed glasses, hand on the army jacket I had midnight requisitioned at military school.
I think the photographer couldn’t pass up the contrast because right next to me, on the main road between the stage and forest where we camped was a tallish,
long haired, bearded guy in a clown suit with a black top hat onto which he had fastened a pair of white doves wings. He was holding an extended tape measure the very image of one of Keasy’s Merry Pranksters.
I talked to another ‘very initiated’ looking hipster about that time, frizzy hair and glasses similar to mine and headed back to camp. As I turned away another kid excitedly asked me if I knew who it was I was speaking to.
“No idea.”
“That was Jerry Garcia man.”
“Who’s Jerry Garcia?”
(Jerry Garcia was cropped out of the published magazine but shows up in the on line version.)