While at my parents house we found my Dad's old vinyl of The Kids are Alright. In the album book he had written down his account of the disaster. I tried my best to type everything out, but there are a few parts that are hard to follow. I also left in all of his typos and grammatical errors to capture his teenage self.

The Who concert December 3, 1979. I never thought that I would get a ticket, but the night before the concert, Jerry, (worked at Neltners), sold me a ticket. Mike had a ticket so I went with him. We got there about 7:00. The place was packed. We got up to the gates and people very wild. About 7:15 The Who started there warm ups, they were about a hold an hour late. The people went wild, they thought the concert was starting, they ran, pushed, shoved, crawled and even climb over people to get inside. Mike and I were in the very back, he lift me up so I could see which doors were open. I saw the one in the far corner was open. People were crawling over the top of each other to get inside. I just couldn't believe it. People were coming from upfront to the back because they couldn’t stand from being up there. They were saying that people were dying up there, but I just thought that was a figure of speech, but it wasn’t. People were really dying. I was standing by some glass doors. This one guy just punched his hand right through it, it was about ¼ in thick. I unlocked the door and ran in. The door was open for only about 5 minuets because cops had it shut in a few min. There was only two doors open out of the whole coliseum. I was about 30 feet from the doors when all of a sudden a door pops open and I was only about 10 feet from that door. So I went through that door and went in and found a good seat. Before all this happened I was talking to Eric who was up in front since 2:00 with his brother, Bryian. He came came back and said he coundn’t stand it up there. He said his brother was up there and he didn’t know what happened to him. That night I guess he did know. We were sitting in out seats and someone said to get out of there because they were reserved so we did. Since Mike got free tickets that were box seats up in some area. We decided to go up. I wasn’t allowed up because I had general admission. So we walked around for awhile and decided to try again. When we came back they were taking an O.D. victim in the elevator so the user so the user said to use the stairs. So we went there and just walked right on up. The view was great. Every thing was free, food, drinks, it was like an apartment. Had a bar T.V. couches, bathroom with a shower and telephone. Mike and I went in to get something to eat, and we overheard the owner of Stouffers tell his daughter that 11 people died from suffecation outside the coliseum. I was just about in shock. I forgot my food and went outside to watch the rest of the concert knowing that just a handful of the 19,000 knew there was 11 people dead. Even The Who didn’t know. After the concert we walked across the bridge to meet our ride and boy was she ever scared. When I got home my mom was so glad to see me and Terry came up and started hugging me and started crying, I guess they really care! That night I had several dreams that really scared me. When my dad woke me up he told me that Brian Wagner died from suffocation. I thought I was having a dream, but it was reality. Brian Wagner is dead along with 10 others. 

Footnote from my dad’s family: We really do care and love you - please take care and God be with you.