It smells an awful lot like greed. It stinks of failure, mishandling and mismanagement. We consider selling our tickets to some of the Deadheads who occasionally called out for them. We give up. We try to sell our ticket.
People are now parking and walking.
There are dozens of police and parking attendants everywhere. We pull up and signal to turn in, and the officer directing traffic waves us straight ahead. He won't let us in. As we get closer to the ticket booths, we start seeing policemen with attack dogs everywhere. I'm afraid of dogs.