About fifty yards away was the focal point of the crowd's wrath: A police van with three terrified Austin cops backed up against it. They had their hands on their guns, but were uncertain whether drawing them was a good idea. Even that far away I could see that their faces were drained of color. The roar continued. Then I saw the cordon of riot police making an alley through the crowd. They were bringing people out of the Chuck Wagon in handcuffs and loading them into the van. The crowd threatened to engulf them. "The do-do has hit the fan!" Rocky said.
"I can't believe this," I said.
***
Alice's Restaurant
Alice's Restaurant was packed. Johnny Winter had been playing in a free concert at Woolridge Park in the shadow of the State Capitol. The café was named for the famous one in "Alice's Restaurant" of Arlo Gutherie fame. They had plain wooden tables, long necked beer, and all kinds of sandwiches on all kinds of homemade bread. It was on the Drag up between 31st and 38th .
Alice's was crowded with most of the people who had been at the park for Johnny Winter.
I was standing in line with a few hundred other people who were crowded around the back entrance to Alice's. There was a similar crowd on the sidewalk in front.
A longhaired young man with round wire-rimmed glasses and a pleasant face was standing next to me. He grinned at me and said, "Ain't this somethin'?"
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