I've got six pine crates i tote all around this fair land, and never listen to, they are the culmination of my best friends life as a twenty something in the 70's.... he's dead, and so are they, really, the Grateful Dead... i guess they're pretty valuble to the right people, they're all done on old reel to reel of which i also tote that stuff around too. My way of clinging to the "Drew fi delecti" he died riding his bike in Tucson Az. he hated fossil fuels and turned me on to the Indigo Girls. He could twist a joint with one hand, and he spoke his mind. so (raising my H20 in salute) here's to Drew P. A bootleggin', tree huggin' bike rider from the cool side of the tracks. Bootlegs are still relelvant.
