i remember it like it was yesterday… sitting in a bar in Fort Collins, 1998… an older gentleman sits next to me, & we strike up a conversation… quoted pretty much verbatim from our talk:
“I remember sitting in a hotel room on Larimer Street, back when that still meant something. i had hidden a bottle of muscatel under the mattress, & went to get it but found an unopened bottle of Wild Turkey. I opened that sucker & drank it while watching the rain fall on Denver. I though to myself “there’s got to be more to life than this, so in the morning i hitchhiked to San Francisco & joined the Grateful Dead.”Happy Birthday Robert Hunter… i wouldn’t want to be alive in a world where you weren’t born…