'She got box back nittiesFor more information on this and other topics, see lovelight.
and great big noble thighs,
with a boar hog's eye.'
The ASBD joins with Deadheads throughout time and space in wishing Garcia a safe journey and many happy returns.
Take your hands out of your pockets
and turn on your lovelight...
What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was. But the old man didn't have to be. He could lie quiet in his canopied bed, with his bloodless hands folded on the sheet, waiting. His heart was a brief, uncertain murmur. His thoughts were as grey as ashes. And in a little while he too, like Rusty Regan, would be sleeping the big sleep.