Wharf Rat

Wharf Rat!  What a story!  My imagination always has gone to Hunter and Garcia walking a pier in San Francisco and witnessing the whole scene.  Although for 50 years, I never imagined August West sitting on a bench, this is how he ended up in pin form.  We placed Alcatraz in the background and, in the foreground, a dime that was there all along.  Glad August was blind, if he saw that dime, we may have never had this wonderful ballad.