August 9th

Missing Jerry
Missing Jerry

There were days
And there were days
And there were days between

Some dates resonate over and over in folks lives, almost serving as a portent of momentous things to come.

August 9th is such a date in my family’s life and in my personal experience. Let’s take a look.

  • 1945 – Nagasaki was struck with an atom bomb dropped by the USA
  • 1965 – Joni’s dad and Sheryl’s uncle, Rollin died
  • 1974 – Nixon resigned as president
  • 1977  – Rollin’s grandson Josh was born to his daughter Joni
  • 1995 – Jerry Garcia passed away
  • 2018 – I rode my 15,000th mile since 2011!

Anyway, all that to say how much I and every deadhead I know, still miss Jerry. Even 23 years later.

And I don’t know why it’s struck me harder on this anniversary than on others, but these matters of the heart aren’t to be questioned, just accepted.

And as luck would have it, I woke this day 23 miles short of hitting the 15,000 mile mark since I began riding in 2011.

I knew what I had to do, and with very favorable weather conditions (started in the low 70s and ended in the mid-80s, with very little wind) I rode down to the 8th street bridge, a nice 22 mile round trip from home. A little extra meandering brought me to the 15K mark when I had finished.

Nothing left to do but smile, smile, smile!

Bianchi on the Bridge
Bianchi on the Bridge
Like a Road, Leading Home
Like a Road, Leading Home