I went home sick today. Yes, the old Graveh's tummy was hurting him some so he called in his chips, packed it all up, and rode the wagontrain back out to the homestead a little early today.
"8:30 to be exact..."
I came back here and went through some more old pictures and found one of Russell, and one of Paco and I as well.
The first is of Russell sitting in my parent's house out in the country. He still had hair, so this is at least around 1991. In the regular picture you can see that he is baked out of his gourd and ravenous with hunger. I still miss you buddeh!!! Keith told me he had dream about you recently: That a crowd of people were at a mysterious Jerry-Bear show and no one could see him but one person, who was also the only one standing. Letting us know you're with Jerry now. I can dig on that!
The other is Paco, somewhere in 1995. He's been accused, and even hoped, of being dead. Twice now even!!! Nice mullet, Grav'ster. I have no idea what I was thinking, and offer no excuses. Let the picture stand for what its worth...