I was there at the Rose Bowl too. I was almost six years old, so my memories aren't as clear as someone that is older. I remember being on one of those chartered buses for what seemed like forever getting into the actual grounds. There was a line of traffic a mile long (literally, I think) and no A/C on the bus. Stuffy, uncomfortable, and hotter than hell. You would be already tired before you ever got inside! What I remember best on the bus is having to pee so bad I couldn't wait any longer, so my mom had me piss into a cup we had with us for drinking from...I really don't remember if we reused it later or not. Knowing my mom, we most likely did
Even at that age, I was embarrased as hell but I had to go so bad I didn't care. Yikes, what a memory
Since we lived in Santa Ana at the time, it would take us forever to get home after the sessions too, only to get up and repeat it the next day. I am sure everyone there remembers how badly you wanted to get away from that place, and traffic getting out seemed to take as long, or longer, than getting in!
The only highlight was the food. Maybe it's just glorified prison food, but it was great to be able to relax and eat, between sessions. Any break at all was great...then there would be the dreaded annoucement to return to our seats...we never seemed to find seats in the shade, and even if you did, the sun would move and you'd be in the sun anyway. Does anyone remember how the umbrellas would open like a wave moving across the stands as the sun shifted? You'd be jealous of the people that would have the shaded seats when yours landed in the sun!
Glad all that is over for me, forever. We went through more of the same 8 day torture later on in the 60's in Atlanta. Those young'uns who came later have no idea how lucky they are to not having to go through this torture. Now there's nice air condtioned Assembly halls to nod off to sleep in, although they won't ever get a taste of that fine prison/industrial food anymore.