Are you a huge Dead Head? Well, test your knowledge! Skim through this puzzle of tunes and count how many Grateful Dead songs you can find.  The person who guesses the correct amount will win a free Appalachian Jamwich pin!

Good luck, may the dead be with you!

The only time is now to get on the new potato caboose, said Casey Jones. Even though he’s gone there’s help on the way and this doesn’t have to be eternity.  Ruben and Cherise could feel the ripple down so many roads and had no choice but to let it grow.

Back in Picasso Moon people called my brother Esau a loser, but now that he is down at Franklin’s Tower it’s easy to see he has sailed on the ship of fools.  When push comes to shove, you don’t have to ask for the truth, and believe it or not we all know he was either the victim or the crime.  He wasn’t built to last and sooner or later he and Cassidy were going to meet a friend of the devil who would help get them a room at Broke Down Palace.

I chose the Golden Road and never looked back!  I wanted to be standing on the moon, not singing the Cumberland Blues.  Just a little light from Althea was all I needed to get through the touch of grey that was lingering since the last time I saw Esau.  That’s it for the other one my mom would say, but she always knew I’d become the eyes of the world.  I didn’t want to go to hell in a bucket or let her down, so I planned my Alabama getaway.

It must have been the roses that day that drove me out of town.  That’s when I met Casey and Jack Straw.  Jack had a foolish heart and was on the way to get married to a pretty girl named Bertha.  The whole ride from Terrapin Station Casey and Jack talked back and forth.  It was either a complete fabrication or the greatest story ever told, but either way it passed the time.  I couldn’t wait till the morning comes.  A long night in a cold box of rain would make a blind man long for the sunrise.

The train pulled into Shakedown Street and the operator gave us the cue to get off.  We were no longer a passenger and the journey continued.  The sign read, If I had the World to Give: Pride of Cucamonga township, and I knew this was my new home.  I don’t know if it was saint of circumstance or the estimated prophet but something helped me beat the “dire wolf” that bit so many that I love.  It was a whole new world with plenty of opportunity.  I was not living on my time, the high time and I can’t come down.  I had a day of and by night I was singing with Uncle John’s Band or doin that rag.  There were good days and days in between, but it finally felt good not to sing the U.S. blues just to go to sleep.

I met Cosmic Charlie and Stagger Lee at Fire on the Mountain; a bar that sat against the water on Lazy River Road.  Right away I could tell they love each other and this was something far from me.  Even at my mom’s house I would feel like a stranger, but when I was with Charlie and Stagger, I instantly became part of an unbroken chain.  They asked if I wanted to go on a mindbender, and the only response that came to mind was might as well!  I knew this wasn’t going to be just one more Saturday night as the loose lucy hit me like tons of steel.  Out of nowhere I saw the candy man.  I don’t know if the other ones saw him too, but he told me to keep truckin, and that’s what I did.

The slipknot with Esau was holding me down for so long that once I threw caution into the black throated wind, the rest of my trip was smooth sailing.  Once we all came down I realized it was the people I was with that created attics of my life.  We can run, but we can’t hide and I’m thankful everyday for liberty from the dark star.  The music never stops now, and neither does my new family!