Grateful Dead

On behalf of Munchkinland I speak for Mayor Klangstone as well... SO GLAD YOU MADE IT....... Coffee is on, shuggah in the house.... Roll on up to the bar, and smoke em if ya got em.... This is a free form forum for the most part.....kinda performance art with soul... We are all one in Jerry and all you need to say to us to complete initiation is.... Confess you are a deadhead and you miss Jerry... Fate will decide the rest.....

And make lots of noise n kiss lots of boys or kiss lots of girls if that's something you're in to.....if the straight n narrow gets a little to straight... Roll up a ..... I would! And follow your arrow wherever you go.. White chili here..... goo goo g' joob yo!

But what a hoot to read :-) Mama Bear's making home made Za for dinner tonight - yeah baby !!!!!

Sigmund at your service... 4 years of psychoanalytic training....... Zo you dreamed of a tunnel unt a banana? Shirts are good.... Or thank you cards.... Gift baskets... Party favors..... Little baskets with seashells and sea horses..... Gotta do something... How about we just tell our significant others we love them and appreciate their co dependence of our addiction....I will..........just sayin' Or have Klangman preside over divorce court at the fountain.... Your mileage may vary..... Follow your arrow wherever you go.....

Okay I am slow on the uptake but as I was reading about your wife's t-shirt idea - grate idea BTW -it finally hit me that when my husband is saying WTF?!?!? He is just spelling FTW backwards right? He is actually, subconsciously, calling on all Freudians here, expressing his joy about the shows! Am I right?

Most likely you go your way and I'll go mine.... Love 75 Rolling Thunder Dylan.... Have one more cup of coffee...for the road.... heavy cream n sugar is flowing like wine.... ....dogs begin to bark now...HOUNDS begin to howl....watch out stray cat people....little red roosters on the prowl ..... just cuz I could.... and we know, all of our respective digits know....

Not sure how I feel about Mondays. "I like it, but it doesn't like me" or something similar to that Jimmy Stuart said in the best Philadelphia Story. Want to drop out but also want to patch those sails... I once heard that political correctness was invented by the right. Without making a judgement call on directional leanings, the nature of each make political correctness a farce and parody of itself. Nothing wrong with consciousness, inclusion, awareness, tolerance, and respect though. I'm all about that. I have ten fingers and ten toes and I miss/ed Jerry. My sister is not coming to Chicago but she's along for the ride in Santa Clara. I ask if she wants to come just Saturday or Sunday and - bless her heart - she says "I want to go Saturday. That way if I want to go Sunday too I can." She's got a spark of faith she do. Know telling how far she'll go down the road ;) "And nobody knows it like you do babe, nobody knows it like you do Nobody knows it like you do babe, the lengths we will go to" - Shovels and Rope Everyone get enough coffee? I'm tempted to make another pot.

Have totes make them a flag that says I'm with Buzz..... We need rails shined, we need digital countdowns, we need pontification, we need Canadian bacon, we need Florida Sunshine, Cuban spice, Texas hospitality, California Fun, Horses, Chicago BBQ, #88,Rochester soul, Buffalo snow, that grass growing in Saundra's state....and whatever else it takes to make this happen....we need drums and space and Bieber....And we need Stella! Klanger, I'm your proxy here.... Unanimous..... Hey I still miss Jerry here, focus please..... Don't leave me hanging..... Can I get an agnostic. "I know"?

Call me MrPC.......

Steve welcome. my wife is along for 1 show. kids along for the rest. big debate whether wife should attend 4th of July...we "feel" this will be the rocking-est; or the Sunday shows, which "could" be more emotional. So far, she picked Saturday, anticipating US Blues and Jack Straw. Oldest son's job on Sunday is too keep me from completely melting down at the last song. Good luck with that, son. grrrr...what happened to your buh-wheat post?