In the Grateful Dead song "Black Peter," Jerry Garcia sang in his unmistakable tobacco addled voice about a poor man’s thoughts on his last day of life. Allegedly anyway, many songs written by Garcia and John Hunter remain a mystery as to their genuine meaning, or combination thereof.
That’s one of things that makes music so interesting to me. Sometimes songs are meant to be interpreted by the listener, and often applied to own circumstances. One of my favorite verses in the song seemed prophetically applicable to my situation last Monday when I rowed down the river with Lee and Sandy Troyer.