I remember the days - the madness - the circus in every city that that Greatful Dead arrived in. Crowds of busses and body odor covered with pachuli oil (the smell still reminds me of it today. The Greatful Dead and the memories left are bitter sweet. When traveling across the country I otten meet up with people I've only known during my times with the Dead. There were some great memories and great tragedies the life of Jerry Garcia makes me ponder.