When I was a younger man, forty years ago, as a student at UofMichigan I went to a total of eleven Grateful Dead shows. Traveling around to different States with a group of friends. FUN times. I was more into the whole scene than I was much of the music. A lot of drugs. No responsibilities. It was a different era and a different Moder8. And then I woke up one afternoon as a 21 year old Peace Corps volunteer in the poorest rural area in Paraguay with no electricity, running water, flush toilets or telephone and zero other Americans anywhere near me.

For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago.

RIP