It's been a rainy, cool summer here in Michigan. When I think of rain, I often find myself humming this one . . .
which reminds me.
I never wrote about finding Jerry Garcia's house in San Francisco!
It wasn't a pilgrimage or anything. My sister and were walking down Haight Street. Just wandering. And marveling. When we stumbled upon a Ben & Jerry's at the corner of Haight & Ashbury.
And I got a bit of a hankering for a scoop of Cherry Garcia. Right there. In Jerry Garcia's stomping ground.
As we paid for our ice cream, the guy at the counter asked us if we'd walked past Jerry's house yet.
No, we said.
You're a block away, he said.
You should go, he said.
So we did.
That's my Cherry Garcia. . . in front of Jerry Garcia's!
Coolest thing? The "tattoos" on the sidewalk in front of the house!
Just a box of rain. . .
Such a long, long time to be gone . . .
and a short time to be there. . .
This is my 1,000th blog post! AMAZING!