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The Clifford BallThe Ball, the ball, the ball. The Clifford Ball 1996, the superlativemusical performance Ive ever witnessed, a time Ill never forget."Where the distinguish is Plattsburg, New York?" That was the main concern ona warm summer afternoon, as we began to pack up the car for a trip that giveremain crisp in my mind better then spend Ive ever been on. It was Tom, Tim,Joe, boyfriend, Tom brother Steve, Alex who flew in from Wisconsin, Tims brotherSean and myself Tony. The weather couldnt been better, the mood...excitement,joy, and a minuscular nervousness. After all it was my first Phish show, and Tomwas the only other i out of us all who had seen a Phish show. I had always desire phish, but I was always reluctant to get tix for a show, I figured I couldwait till they came to Giant Stadium, or The Meadowlands. oneness day I decided What the hell     Plattsburg was a good 6 hours up I-87 from quiet River Vale, New Jersey.So we spent most of the afternoon at Shop-rite, Campmor, and Ramsey outdoor. Wehad sleeping bags, coolers of beer, soda, food, and more beer, tents, stoves,lanterns, bug torches, and clothes. At around 12 midnite Friday morning we hitthe road and embarked, on what would be a scare trip. Tom drove the van withhis brother and myself. Tim in his red Festiva with Joe and Sean, and Beau inhis blue Festiva with Alex. Stopping only to piss and re-fuel, we busted up toPlattsburg, arriving around 6am. It was amazing to see all the VW Westvalias upI-87 with Steal you Face, and saltation bear stickers. Once arriving, we picked aspot to set camp (out of the Wetlands of course) We followed the depart ofcrickets bouncing gently round room to a nice spot. tight fitting to the potable water,yet far enough from the rank smell of port-a-jons. indeed we got some neededsleep.We woke up around 1pm and I opened my eyeball to my suprise...100,000 otherpeople arrived while we were asleep Didnt bother me, the more the merry.It was unfeignedly strange. Once I stepped out of the tent, I think I left(a) somethingbehind. I didnt have a care in the world. I forgot well-nigh my job, my house,my life back home. I WAS AT A PHISH SHOW, thats all that mattered. Yeah, inan ordinary situation, the crickets would have bothered me. I liked um. Thereal bizarre people that lived off acid and trying to get that one miracle would