and much success to your new restaurant gig. Wishing you the very best. You must be passionate about food, people and having a good time.
Sure it's a lot of work but not when it's a love. Managed to getaway to the north shore with mama marshun in the fall. We were staying on the shores of Maine...all the seafood you can eat...after the second night we asked a guy at the desk where we could get some really good food...
he sent us to a wonderful Italian restaurant...kind of off the beaten path.
It was packed and it seemed like the folks were mostly the locals and the tourists in the know. The food was delicious and the place was great.
Wishing you similar success and that grass roots clientele that grows and grows with many, many friends. Will try to get there if passing by.
Peace and goodwill!

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"Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land"
Robert Hunter
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"Ray, a drop of golden sun"

Jammin' for Johnman!

Strike up the band
light the candle and
start the party!

Saint Stephen
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia/Phil Lesh

Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain

Stephen prosper in his time
Well he may, and he may decline
Did it matter, does it now?
Stephen would answer if he only knew how

Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to hell
Hell half way twixt now and then
Stephen fill it up and lower down, and lower down again

Lady finger, dipped in moonlight
Writing "What for?" across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers
Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
Several seasons with their treasons
Wrap the babe in scarlet colours, call it your own

Did he doubt or did he try?
Answers a-plenty in the by and by
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
One man gathers what another man spills

Saint Stephen will remain
All he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and the foam
Been here so long he's got to calling it home

Fortune comes a-crawling, Calliope woman
Spinning that curious sense of your own
Can you answer? Yes I can
But what would be the answer to the answer man?

High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops Around the twined shafts of lavender
They're crawling to the sun

Underfoot the ground is patched
With climbing arms of ivy wrapped
Around the manzanita stark and shiny in the breeze

Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack
Of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky

William Tell has stretched his bow
Till it won't stretch no furthermore
And/or it will require a change that hasn't come before

and many more...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land"
Robert Hunter
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"Ray, a drop of golden sun"

and merry christmas!!

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