The show was cancelled at the last minute because of fire-marshal regulations. My parents had dropped me and a friend off at the concert and gone to a movie. We walked what seemed like 30 or 40 blocks to a gas station on Hi. 167 and called a cab. Not knowing where to go, we picked the Camelot Hotel, figuring we could wander around a bit. Then, in the lobby, we saw Ngu (roadie)! He rode up the elevator with us, chuckling at our Yes-paraphenalia (shirts, buttons, program). "Great show, huh?" he said. When we came back down to the lobby, we saw Jon Anderson discussing transportation and the like to the next night's show. He had on some kind of stacked-sole sandal with multi-colored socks. As he started to leave, my buddy got up the nerve to croak out, "Mr. Anderson? Could you sign our programs?" He put his big, loopy JA on both of them.