Around 1991, Larry invited me and my son to go to Burning Man. I think it was the first or second year at Black Rock. The entire village had at most about 600 attendees, mostly artists. It was fantastic and my 9 year old son had the time of his life. My tent was next to Larry’s. One night the wind was really bad and I heard Larry yelling that the tent was starting to collapse. His tent had poles holding it up so we each grabbed a pole and hung on for dear life while Larry sang some crazy songs to keep us entertained. We stayed like that until the wind dropped off. We had a great time. The only guidelines for the event was, do not bother your neighbor, do not use money, do not be a gawker, be a participant and pack out what you pack in. Than you Larry!
First time, Burning Man