r.i.p.

paul sanger died this morning, age 79 or so --- he's been a fixture at metropolis for as long as i've lived here --- almost a caricature of the southern gentleman, but he was the real thing ---  a mellifluous voice and a droll sense of humor --- and always "dressed," one way or the other --- i'm not sure that i ever saw him without a jacket, worn with bermuda shorts in the summer (and once with gym shorts) --- he'll be missed

and iris has been gone six years today --- this image was taken at her 90th birthday doo-dah --- her last year wasn't all that, as far as she was concerned, and she died in her bed, presumably in her sleep, which might have been her first and foremost wish in terms of location and timing for her demise

and i can't help but think of john, since tomorrow is his birthday --- i still miss him every day



In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me

grateful dead