Howdy, "my Name Is" Sounds Too Much Like A 12 Step

Its simply so hard to find kind souls, seems like we dispersed more than I had thought, especially in some areas. I knew there was a reason I left Kansas for San Francisco. It may be very affordable and the granddaughters are close, but from there it goes down hill fast. That "family", the one we chose instead of the one we were born into, has lost so many in the last couple of years. Last Wednesday was the first time I was alone on my birthday.

Well this has certainly taken a dull direction. Lets try again, any Dead Heads tucked away anywhere. That's as good a place to start as any. Anyone with a dozen shows still reverbing in their skulls? If so chances are we've at least been under the same roof at least once. Yes, much better. Red Rocks, '82, I took Wavy Gravy and Nikki Scully to the mountain top for an "unrain" dance. What can I say it worked. That last night was clear and a great show too. In that pre-internet space we'd trade tapes through personal ads in Relix. I was remembering using the "hotline" to check on new tour dates and tickets. Seems the most revolutionary thing I've done later was teaching the youngest granddaughter, what the door mouse said. I know when she sings that, the other grandparents cringe... :dizzy2:

Ok I'm leaving the pathetic first couple of lines, and hope there are some kindred travelers along this path.

Now going to poke a bit.

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Belated "Welcome".

 

I'm young so I haven't lived through half as much as you, but I'll lend you and ear if you lend me some stories

Good luck finding old friends and new