A fungus among us

Ahhh, mushrooms.

Reminds me of those days gone by, when we (my husband and I) would go to the

Grateful Dead shows here in Sacramento, and sell our tickets for mind altering pieces of paper or foul tasting fungus to take us to a 'higher level of consciousness'.

Meandering through the crowds of patchouli smelling hippies, and curious onlookers, in the summertime heat of Sac-town, just lookin' for a "miracle", man.

Good times.

R.I.P. Jerry.