Grateful Dead
The latest version of our beloved freeform topic!
scroll down to "Grateful Dead" and enjoy some fantastic black and white photos from two '91 Northern California concerts - one GD and one JGB. I love the pic of the super happy baby on the girl's hip - 3rd pic down from the left - and the dancing and the smiles and the hugs and the love - that incredible GD love.......sighhhh. If I could just reverse time....
a Send PM link in after each poster's name.
I've mentioned the issue, along with the difficulty in finding one's own messages. The link http://www.dead.net/messages seems to work though, fwiw.
It's right there upon immediately logging in, left side, smallish print.
I'm not seeing how to get at the private message place. I may be staring right at it, but it must be sitting very still, hiding in plain sight. Or it ain't there. Or something.
I can scoot my chair back a little more now :)
Well, well, well...
I tried another go at it and
low and behold I hit the
JACKPOT!
Yesterday was a sweet
remembrance and a proud
occurrence that stands alone
in National Holidays.
I was with mostly
Veterans, and the Elderly
with the void of war a
revolving story line that's
impossible to stop or
change.
A few youngin's helped
ease the concern of the
others with their smiles
shining that they had pleased
me tremendously knowing
what others had not.
POW MIA
So Loved are You, All, xo.
Just gotta poke around...
just gotta poke around...
just gotta poke around...
but ask those same folks how old Justin Bieber is or how much a new iPod costs......pathetically enough, the real drones in this country aren't the ones that will soon be flying overhead.
Yesterday, for sport, as I was in a
populated public space I asked
children and young adults to 21 if
they knew what
POW MIA
Prisoners of War
and
Missing in Action
meant and from about 6 hours
of surveying I had not found one
that did. I told them to go find out
and never forget. How was this
possible, how was this truth?
One must fathom it.
I worked yesterday in their
honor and memory. I did teach
so many as I couldn't resist to
sher what to me, was such a
beautiful gift.
ATTENTION!
this is giving me bad, bad flashbacks to my college days, when I learned just exactly how bad strobe lights were for us migraine sufferers...

Locations
I had lunch in a
dandelion snow;
it was precious
and rare. I didn't
have to blow one
dandelion for this
delightful stream
of seeds. Then,
I was looking
forward to a day
that to me was
the last day
I ever knew.
Are you ready?