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Don't we all wish for an alternative reality,
wouldn't that be nice. Existing outside of our own perception of what is real. On the 28th of July I was able to call such domain my plain of existence. For the 4th year in a row since the dead and company began touring in North Carolina my dead head father and I got to experience the closest thing to the real dead post further. My father aged 67 years sporting the Bob Weir classic doo and I found our spot on the lawn to enjoy a night of love and connection. That before we knew it would be dissolved into a dissociative era known as a coronavirus fearful wasteland. In which my father lost his life in march of 2020 and I lost myself to the uncertainty of finding guiding light in my pursuit of peace. He had been planning to purchase tickets for us to attend the upcoming 2020 tour. Which was lost in our current reality similar to my occupation. Almost a year since then tour dates have been reinstated and I am finally able to look forward to continuing the tradition that my father held closest to his heart. Luckily enough the cost of the highest level of VIP is affordable to me. That being said I have not found a option in this reality that allows me to come in contact with my fathers most admired musicians. To be able to take a picture with them and share my story would allow me to complete an aspiration of my fathers that he was unable to maintain throughout his fruitful life. I write this tale of love, compassion, and aspiration only to find a glimmer of hope. In which my father living through me could come to meet his musical heroes who inspired him to live a life of love. I am son of Michael Fisher Hostetter looking for a glimmer of hope in this reality in which I believe love exists to meet my fathers idols and share my story.