A couple of days ago I posted that Jerry Falwell had died, and asked my readers who smoke pot to light one for Jerry. If you can’t deal with Jerry Falwell, light one for Jerry Garcia. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.
That reminds me. Tonight at BBQ Fest “Friends & Family Night” I ran into one of my former students who had me for Computer Literacy during the Spring 1995 semester, which would have been the first year I was full time. I had a test scheduled for a particular Monday (I think – may have been a different day of the week). But, the class period before, typically a “review day,” I learned that the Grateful Dead were going to be in town the night before the test. So I took a poll. “How many of you are going to see the Dead?” About a third of the class raised their hands.
“All right, test rescheduled for Wednesday,” I told them.
I forgot about that for 12 years. I just now realize how cool that was, given that Jerry Garcia died (and thus the band broke up) a couple of months later.
Damn. I rocked as a college teacher. Sorry to toot my own horn but I did.
Normally I wander during festivals, but my BBQ team’s booth is so awesome that I don’t want to leave. So if you don’t see me out much during BBQ Fest that’s why.