I was one of the last ‘civilians’ to leave Winterland. I went upstairs to find my coat and went into the men’s room on the middle floor. There was some guy in there; we started talking and smoked some hash. He had taken a bunch of pictures, he asked for my address and said he would send some to me, but you know how that goes. After a while, one of Bill Graham’s guys came in and told us that the police were going to “sweep the building” or some such BS. I walked outside, it was 8 a.m., and there was the man himself, Bill Graham, helping load out the trucks. I walked up to him, shook his hand, and said something I’d wanted to say to him for years: “Thanks, Bill!”
~ Mark Wuest
