And when you hear that song

Come crying like the wind,it seems like All this life...was but a dream..... Stella Blue.( Hunter/Garcia)......and if it is but a dream, it has been a good one...I sit in the yard on a postcard perfect Saturday, drinking ice cold delicious beeeeeer, listening to the soothing sounds of the Grateful Dead and watching my Metsies on TV.....accompanied by my faithful dog Matteau Matteau....man's best friend.... what else is there ?.. I'm not looking for much more....as Jackson Browne would say.... when the mornin light comes streaming in...we get up and do it again...amen.....none of it matters in the end, it's the days between that matter...."All the years combine they melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end there's just a song comes crying like the wind through all the broken dreams and vanished years"