We did a super-solid 90 minute spin (my annual ode to summer with two Dead tunes as kickers) and then Tom invited me over for some farm-fresh eggs and high-octane coffee.
After that treat we toured his garden, house of hens and pasture. Very nice country spread, well maintained and uplifting. We admired a hundred year-old apple tree with hand-crafted woodpecker holes symmetrically wrapping the truck like tinsel on a Christmas tree.
THEN, we watched an hour (first three songs) of Sunshine Daydream and I flipped when Cowboy Neal showed up in some rare footage from Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Tom didn't recognize him so I told a little of the tale, and lo, there he was at the wheel of a bus to never, never land.
I was spinning on Tom's vintage Schwinn as Jack Straw jumped to life on Kesey's farm. Naked people were dancing everywhere. Life was good, the Boys were tight, hitting the harmonies perfect.
The take from all of that high-energy good vibration (double clutchedy) was a hand-scribbled sign taped to the rail beside Neal as he wildly and in complete control, piloted Further, it simply said:
NEAL GETS THINGS DONE.
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