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Red and white, blue suede shoes, I’m Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I’m still alive, ain’t no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don’t change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
~ Grateful Dead
This "Dead Bus" participated in the car show at the Shell Factory and Nature Park in North Fort Myers, Florida.
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.
Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings.
"Eyes of the World" Grateful Dead
Fare you well, my honey
Fare you well, my only true one
All the birds that were singing
Are flown, except you alone
Gonna leave this brokedown palace
On my hands and my knees, I will roll, roll, roll
Make myself a bed by the waterside
In my time, in my time, I will roll, roll, roll
In a bed, in a bed
By the waterside I will lay my head
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
River gonna take me, sing me sweet and sleepy
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home
It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago
Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home
Going home, going home
By the waterside I will rest my bones
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Going to plant a weeping willow
On the bank's green edge it will grow, grow, grow
Singing a lullaby beside the water
Lovers come and go, the river will roll, roll, roll
Fare you well, fare you well
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
Terrapin playing banjo
Vanilla Cupcake, dyed to be tie dyed, topped with Fondant figures to represent the Grateful Dead. Figures include Terrapins (From Terrapin Station, Dancing Bears, Skull and Roses and Steal Your Face).
Explore #314 Gabriel is a fellow traveler with the last stranger, 7-11. He too did not use his real name and wanted to be anonymous. The one thing that he said that still sticks with me is when he said "I wanted to go by a new name to disconnect from my past."
I wanted to hug this boy and tell him, no matter what you call yourself, the past will always be there, it is as much a part of you as the color of your sad but beautiful eyes. I understand though, when you first leave your family to find your "home", you want something drastically different than what you had experienced thus far. At his age, he is still chaos adjacent. In time I hope he finds himself far enough away from the chaos that he can see it with more perspective. To truly disconnect yourself from the past, you have to forgive. To forgive is to let go. To forgive is to be free from it all. As long as you keep yourself at a safe distance. If the chaos invites you back in and you accept, forgiveness is much more difficult. I hope that when he is on a train and looking out on the trees racing by in a green blur, he can find who he is despite how the past treated him. This I know for sure, he is bright and beautiful, he survived the past and that makes him a warrior. May peace truly be with you and you find you don't need to battle anymore.
This picture is #66 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
If you're unaware, it's the 50th anniversary of the Grateful Dead's Europe '72 tour. This day in 1972 they played a three-hour show at Aarhus University.
East Williamsburg, Brooklyn.
Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.
-Ripple
Grateful Dead
Spotted at a celebration of what would have been Jerry's 80th B-Day (actual b-day: 01 August; celebration 05-07 August), held at Ruhstaller farm in Dixon, CA.
"...Escaping through the lily fields, I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land..."
"The Other One"
(Lyrics by Weir/Kreutzman)
Music and Venue Promotion Poster
Avalon Ballroom
Grateful Dead
American Rock Band
The Grateful Dead was an American rock band formed in 1965 in Palo Alto, California. Ranging from quintet to septet, the band is known for its unique and eclectic style, which fused elements of rock, psychedelia, experimental music, modal jazz, country, folk, bluegrass, blues, reggae, and space rock, for live performances of lengthy instrumental jams, and for their devoted fan base, known as "Deadheads". "Their music," writes Lenny Kaye, "touches on ground that most other groups don't even know exists." These various influences were distilled into a diverse and psychedelic whole that made the Grateful Dead "the pioneering Godfathers of the jam band world". The band was ranked 57th by Rolling Stone magazine in its The Greatest Artists of All Time issue. The band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994 and a recording of their May 8, 1977 performance at Cornell University's Barton Hall was added to the National Recording Registry of the Library of Congress in 2012. The Grateful Dead have sold more than 35 million albums worldwide.
The Avalon Ballroom was a music venue in the Polk Gulch neighborhood of San Francisco, California, at 1244 Sutter Street[1] (or 1268 Sutter,[2] depending on the entrance). The space operated from 1966 to 1969, at the height of the counterculture movement.
The Grateful Dead played at the Avalon 29 times from 1966 through 1969, and recorded two live albums, entitled Vintage Dead and Historic Dead, in the autumn of 1966. 2 tracks of their famous "Live/Dead" album were also recorded there in early 1969, The Eleven and Turn On Your Love Light.
The Avalon Ballroom was a music venue in the Polk Gulch neighborhood of San Francisco, California, at 1244 Sutter Street or 1268 Sutter, depending on the entrance). The space operated from 1966 to 1969, at the height of the counterculture movement.
Penn Station, Philadelphia
This is my brother, Bob.
Bob has a heart of gold. He could not hurt a fly. He was a great tour guide when we visited him in Philadelphia. He took us to see a surround sound movie of Alaska years ago- it was wonderful - I still have the brochure somewhere. He knew all the bus routes incredibly well. He relayed his many adventures and kind hearted deeds throughout the years. He said yesterday he'd taken an 8-yr old girl to a Philles ball game as her dream was to see the Philly Phanatic. She got her wish!
Today (April 25, 2024) is his birthday. He will be 74 today. I just spoke with him and he sounds happy. His voice mail is not set up and I'm unsure whether he would be able to access it anyway. That is a frequent issue for so many people.
Bob is currently living in the York House Apartments in Philadelphia. He does have TBI and has previously had a brain aneurysm. As of this date (june 18, 2021) we are hoping he is still alive as he is no longer returning calls. He has recently switched healthcare providers which has now dis-enrolled him from a program he enlisted in to get help. He may not have been aware of the ramifications of doing so. He has a wonderful lady named Leah D'Agostino from Allegheny who was helping him with this and she was associated with his previous healthcare provider. She was trying to get him a hospital bed once his building manager, Laura Reed, gave the ok. This building has 12 floors total, I am told. Leah had enlisted a wonderful man named Norman (with a difficult to spell last name) who was helping Bob and he is in touch with Leah. Leah has not heard from Bob either so she is going over to see if he is still alive. He lives on the 4th floor of this hi-rise building. He has had much trouble getting help for his basic needs as he is no longer able to articulate those needs coherently.as many trained professionals have looked away.. We hope Leah can turn that around. In speaking with Laura Reed just now she indicated she has seen him and of course for privacy reasons, cannot say anything more than that because the protection of their seniors living there is their concern. Laws are, after all, made to protect residents and their best interests. We have spaces on forms for ONE or TWO contacts, at most, and being a contact can sometimes be confusing.
Reminder to self: Cousin Harold is trying to get in touch with brother Bob however now we have lost contact with Cousin Harold who is somewhere in the Northwest.
Update: July 25 ,2021 - Bob returned a call today. He now has a hospital bed which Leah was able to secure for him. This weekend while this hospital bed was at it's highest position, the cord for the bed fell from the outlet. Bob has been unable to attach it - he says his nurse's aid has not returned in months and most of his clothing has been removed by this aide to launder and has not been returned. He sounds quite distraught. He has also lost his bank card. I do not know how or if he is able to take his medication. Please pray for Brother Bob. If anyone reading this lives near or is able to travel to 5325 Old York Road, Apt. 402, Phila., PA 19141 - please tell my Brother to stay strong - there is a higher power out there - I do not know where but there is one. Bob is in hospice care.
Update: Received a phone call from Mr. Gregory Benjamin from adult protective services inquiring about Bob. Mr. Benjamin said there was an ongoing investigation regarding Bob and asked me if I saw any "red flags" when speaking with Bob last. I have not felt any more red flags than usual other than Bob has now said he is in acute amount of pain and he is now totally confined to a wheelchair. When I had asked Bob how he was he said, "terrible", as opposed to his usual "I'll make it". So yes, there is some concern.
Today, Dec. 3. 2022, I received a phone call from Bob - it was a short call.
Update: April 25, 2023 - Bob is missing again. I've been told he is in a hospital although I am unable to locate him. His son, who is out west, says he has not heard from him but wants to be kept updated which I will. Unless I hear otherwise soon I will file a missing person's report. His current phone is being answered by someone else.
Update: May 16, 2023 - Spoke with a rep from the York House Senior Living Apts - the lady said she has seen him but that is all she can tell me. Don't know if it was in a vision, in the streets, in a hospital, a viewing or at home. HIPPA laws suck.
Update: April 23 2024 - Spoke w Brother Bob today - he sounds great. He said he has an appt. at Temple University Hospital to get his hearing aid checked again. He did receive his birthday cards I sent him 5 days apart, on time, as his birthday is April 25th.. They were sent from different mail boxes. Said he took an 8 year old girl to the Phillies game as she wanted to see the Philly Phanatic. All's well.
****Critical Update!!!!
Yesterday, July 24, 2024 at 3:16PM Brother Bob's heart gave out after repeatedly coding on and off and finally coding for 15 minutes in the ER and ICU.
The initial call from Dr. Eman Hamad came in at 12:47PM yesterday afternoon. She is indeed a wise, compassionate, prestigious brilliant Doctor. I cannot thank Dr. Hamad and all of the other people at Temple University Hospital for giving Bob the best care in the world. www.templehealth.org/doctors/eman-hamad
Brother Bob had never relayed to any of his family or to me that he was battling Stage 4 Lung Cancer. It's been a long road home for him in Philadelphia. He was happy there. I do not know the date when he was given this diagnosis.
As of right now we are waiting to hear from the morgue, where his body was taken to, as well as his general practitioner. As always - on standby.
Update: We did finally find his body. He was cremated and his ashes transported to his family. RIP Brother Bob. We will never forget you.
618 Main St.
El Centro, Ca.
Although Wiki “thinks” this song was written by Bob Weir for his live in girlfriend at the time Judy Azzara, aka Frankie Hart, growing up in the city and wandering around the Haight in the late 60’s, I always heard another version that was tossed around…it was rumored that the song was written about Patricia Donna Mallon, a San Francisco burlesque performer, radio personality, filmmaker and restaurateur who operated Magnolia Thunderpussy's, a sweet shop at the corner of Haight & Masonic…Her specialty was a concoction labeled “The Montana Banana”, an unsplit banana, representing a phallus, served erect with two scoops of ice cream, representing the other components of male genitalia, with shredded coconut, representing pubic hair, and a small dollop of whipped cream at the end of the banana…
I never sampled one myself…
The members of The Dead shared a Victorian house at 710 Ashbury St., 2 blocks from Magnolia Thunderpussy’s…