Twenty-one years ago today Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead passed from this life. In early July of that year, a friend and I traveled about 650 miles from the Metroplex to Saint Louis to see them play. How fortunate we were. For me, 1995 was a rambling year. When my buddy and I left for Saint Louis, I had only been in America a few days after a stint of teaching English in South Korea. Then, after returning home from Saint Louis, I caught a Greyhound to Buffalo, Wyoming, to stay with some friends and fruitlessly look for a job before returning to Yellowstone National Park, my old standby. Back in Yellowstone, Jerry Garcia was a folk hero, and the day that he died I quietly put the flag at half-mast in front of the Grant Village post office.
In honor of Jerry Garcia, here is a 1966 recording of the Grateful Dead playing "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean," which was written by Dallas blues legend Blind Lemon Jefferson.
Howdy from yer anonymous Metroplex to St. Louis traveling companion!
ReplyDeleteNSB, That was a fine journey indeed. Thanks for checking in. The Dead opened with Uptown Mississippi Half-Step Toodleoo. Hard to beat.
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