Geeze, Rick.

I gotta tell ya, that obit didn't half do you justice. I am glad they wrote it though. It's pretty thin gruel compared to finding some crack or caring lesson from you in the morning posts. {retty damn thin.

Hope you have found a safe place to hang out until things look stable, buddy -- your back yard for starters, I'd imagine.


If you are coming back sometime soon, try finding a family in the ranks of high-tech multimillionaires to grow up in who ALSO went to Woodstock. I am sure there are some around. Or maybe a Dylan grandchild. That's about the right timing, isn't it?
We'll play together down the road, pal. Woodstock or no, I realize you're probably gonna have to take instrument lessons when you get your next incarnation warmed up some; don't fight it. It's gonna be tough because you'll know how much more you know than the guy who's teaching you, but probably won't remember what, exactly. Just go wit da flow, man, ya know? They'll recognize your peculiar genius pretty damn quick. Just be your everlovin' self.

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