So, today is the Fourth of July, 2015. Pay no attention to the time stamp. The Grateful Dead - sans Mr. Garcia, of course - are playing their final concerts in Chicago. My brother is there tonight; tomorrow will be the last show. Fifty years together. They started as the Warlocks back in late '64-'65, then changed their name shortly thereafter. Now, I have never been a huge fan, but what a legacy! A more devoted fan base you will never find. Cheers, guys, and Fare Thee Well.
I was born in 1964. Rolling around in my crib when Weir, Lesh, Garcia, and the rest were getting their act together in the Haight. This causes me to pause and reflect. Compare, not identify. Look what those guys did in fifty years; look at me. Quite a difference. But I also am grateful.
Grateful to be alive. To have two wonderful children and an ex-wife who is raising them well. Grateful for another chance at sobriety. For having a wonderful woman in my life over the last year or so, and perhaps an opportunity to repair the relationship. Grateful for good health, having had a decent education, a good credit score. A few friends with the desire to gain more.
Grateful for good coffee. The ocean. Warm summer nights. Cats and dogs. Music, good books, the internet. The Pittsburgh Pirates, having a good year. Both my parents - still alive and well. I got a good night's sleep last night. General contentment.
So, gratitude is rearing its pretty head today. And for that, I am grateful. Fare Me Well.
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