Legends don’t give a damn for standards.  They set them.

Mickey Hart came through the van like a whirlwind, and when he’d spun by, our geeky fan-boy selves were a bit feklempt.  It’s not so much that we’re in awe of the man.  He’s just a dude.  It’s more that we’re in awe with where he’s been and what he’s seen. That’s the stuff of legend, and he is most certainly one.

So as we continue to chug on through and see our own shit, write our own tale, we jot this down on the list of stuff we’ve done, right up at the top, near the rest of the stuff that blew our minds.  Get a little taste of a mythical head.  Once he partied with Jerry, now he hangs with Spud in Cuz’s Corner.  We’d like to think they’re both pretty wild memories.