I don't remember where I picked up this one but it is an odd little book. There is really no trace to be found anywhere of the book's publisher, Moonbow Press...Sadly, there is some info available on the books author, Robert Nichols...this is from the April 12, 1997 edition of the NY Times: "A 58-year-old man found dead under a purple shroud in his trailer home in Northern California left behind a suicide note suggesting that he hoped to join members of the Heaven's Gate cult on a space ship in the trail of the Hale-Bopp comet.
Sheriff's deputies said today that they knew of no other link between the man, Robert L. Nichols, and the 39 cult members who committed mass suicide last week in the affluent San Diego suburb of Rancho Santa Fe.
Mr. Nichols, whose body was found early Monday, worked as the caretaker of a piece of land in a remote area of Yuba County. Family members said Mr. Nichols was mostly known as a devout fan of the Grateful Dead, and had written a book about one of the rock-and-roll band's more famous road trips, ''Truckin' With the Grateful Dead to Egypt...''" The full article is here.
The book is long out of print but some Amazon sellers are offering it up....It is an odd little curio and I would recommend that you seek it out...
"Grateful Dead bassist Phil Lesh has written the memoir one might have expected: energetic and flawed, but sure to be loved by fans. Lesh joined the band's original members—Jerry Garcia, Bob Weir, Bill Kreutzman and "Pigpen" Ron McKernan—in 1965 and helped morph the legendary outfit from its beginnings as a jug band to the unique, psychedelic improvisational jam band that spawned arguably the most loyal, iconic audience in popular music history: the Deadheads. What a long, strange trip it was. For 30-plus years, from being the house band for Ken Kesey's acid tests to stadium tours in the 1980s and '90s, the band pioneered a new paradigm for musicians, operating as an extended, albeit dysfunctional, family. Along the way, three keyboardists died, two managers robbed the band, bad deals were signed, massive debt was accrued and drug and alcohol problems flared. In 1995, the trip finally ended (or did it?), when Garcia died. Lesh infuses his prose with his wacky personality, which is endearing, but also maddening, especially when he's rendering acid trips or discussing music. Indeed, many fans who twirled ecstatically at Dead shows will struggle to follow Lesh's extended explanations of the band's compositions. Also, the second half of the band's life gets short shrift. Nevertheless, Deadheads will surely celebrate Lesh's honest, intimate remembrances."
