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Before I Hit the ground, all I leave behind me, is only what I found (Hunter/Garcia)....so as I sat in the Walt Street pub, I was bothered by the incoherent mumblings of the ghosts to the right....so much so that I posted a blog entry at 1:50.....I took the 2:08 Train home and repaired to the yard for more delicious beer with my dog and the Grateful Dead.... unbeknownst to me....my uncle Pat had passed away shortly after noon....so those ghosts may not have been random Walt Street pub spirits, but perhaps some people I know..... I sure hope they weren't surprised to see me Drinking beer and betting horses on a Monday afternoon in a dive bar....it's one of the things I do best.