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      Twenty thousand rock fans flock to see and hear Pink Floyd at Cincinnati’s River-front Coliseum.

      The several thousand of them were all decked out in their best rocker gear which included faded blue jeans, tie-dyed t-shirts: they are all ready for a high-energy show, some were so excited they even came three hours early to get all hyped.

      There are newcomers to the rock scene this is obvious with there neatly pressed checkered slacks and expensive shirts. 

       Then there are the loners who weave aimlessly around the circles, their eyes are barely opening squinting just so they can steady themselves their arms dangle uselessly at their sides.

       Along with everyone else at the concert there is the couples, They cling together looking for a remote area to go curl up in or a beautiful fountain to take a gaze at. 

        Then there the real police not the rent a cop kind they are very confident they know their stuff, sweeping their eyes sweep the area walking through the crowd in their big groups keeping an eye out for trouble that will break out. 

      The most bizarre type of people who come to these concerts are the hawkers, they call out wherever there are crowds trying to sell some cheap peanuts, t-shirts; But all the get are laughs.

         As the numbers grow the acres of concrete that lead up to the auditorium are filled with roamers, couples, and cops once they get to the stadium they start to form circles of each different groups as they prepare for Pink Floyd to start.