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There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by And there ain't no road just like it Anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

Sure, there are times when you want to be able to run no huddle (outside of the obvious two-minute situations), like sustaining a drive without letting the opposing D substitute players. I don't see that happening more than one or two drives per game, though.

They call him Lysosome 'Cause he runs so fast Runs like a junkyard dog With a brain of brass Golgi, oh, woe is me You can't even see the sea Golgi Golgi Golgi

Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playin' poker on a losin' night And pretty soon ol' Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commence to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie Big Jim done pulled his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes Mr. Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole

I saw Brent's last show - Tinley Park, IL, 1990. Their encore was The Weight, and Brent sang lead on one verse. https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/grateful-dead/1990/world-music-theatre-tinley-park-il-3d6014b.html

As long as I remember The rain's been comin' down Clouds of mystery pourin' Confusion on the ground Good men through the ages Tryin' to find the sun And I wonder, still I wonder Who'll stop the rain

It is, assuming it's crusty bread, like Italian or French.

There once was a note, pure and easy, Playing so free, like a breath rippling by The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me, Forever we blend it, forever we die I listened and I heard music in a word, And words when you played your guitar, The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering, And a child flew past me riding in a star

As I was walking round Grosvenor Square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air From the other direction, she was calling my eye It could be an illusion but I might as well try Might as well try

Agreed. This is nothing more than posturing. The letter is written to the players, but the message is aimed at the owners.

If they were smart, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

I hate hearing the intro to Werewolves of London and then realizing that it's Kid Rock's abomination, All Summer Long.

Or any other classic rock station in the country, for that matter. Anyone remember QFM-97? That's what 97 Rock was before they changed their name. "The Q" was true album-oriented rock (AOR) - they'd play any song from an album, not just what the record companies told them to play. Sadly, AOR only lasted about a decade. I consider myself lucky that it existed during my formative years.

I used to listen to that when I lived in the area. The top five always seemed to be Stairway to Heaven, Freebird, Born to Run, Won't Get Fooled Again, and Hotel California, in whatever order. Stairway to Heaven isn't the greatest song of all time - hell, it's not even the greatest Led Zeppelin song of all time.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK I sleep all night and I work all day He's a lumberjack and he's OK He sleeps all night and he works all day

Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Bluebirds Singing a song Nothing but bluebirds All day long

Ridin' in the bus down the boulevard And the place was pretty packed, yeah Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand With the perverts in the back It was smellin' like a locker room There was junk all over the floor We're already packed in like sardines But we're stoppin' to pick up more, look out Another one rides the bus, another one rides the bus Another comes on and another comes on Another one rides the bus Hey, he's gonna sit by you, another one rides the bus

Shaw, I agree with your analysis but not your terminology. The process of using data to recognize one's mistakes, learn from them, and continuously improve is neither cult nor religion, it's science.

USS Robert E. Peary, the ship my Dad served on during WWII:

Only love Can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea Only love Can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers Laying in the fields Love, reign o'er me Love, reign o'er me Reign o'er me

When I look out my window many sights to see and when I look in my window so many different people to be that it's strange so strange you've got to pick up every stitch you've got to pick up every stitch you've got to pick up every stitch must be the season of the witch

Heading south on I-355, just outside of Chicago. I figured he's either an astronomer or a proctologist.

Yesterday I saw a bumper sticker that said "I ? Uranus" It wasn't in Texas, though.

It's not spam - it's a link to a video clip from The Simpsons.