It's alright

Loving what is Here
My partner loves the dead.
My dad loves the dead.

Finally,  after 53 plus years of listening to the dead play on turntables and recorded cassettes in living rooms of family and childhood friends in the city by the bay and beyond, I am finally appreciating and getting the music.

Today, as my partner and I drove through town, on the way back from the post office and bank. I looked out the car window,  watching a handful of people a great distance from each other walk the abandoned streets passing closed businesses. their faces covered with blue surgical masks and wrapped colorful bandanas with weary eyes and hope hidden within.

Just then.  The dead came on the radio playing their only number one hit.

It must be getting early, clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause it's alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive

Touch of Grey
Grateful Dead

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