An amazing weekend on so many levels. It was not the Grateful Dead, and could never be without Jerry. But it was truly Grateful Dead music, warts and all, played with a raw power and willingness to take risks that at its best moments approached peaks perhaps not reached since 1977. Leaving the Cap in Port Chester on Sunday night, I felt a sense of deep contentment (and relief that the haters had been so wrong these past several months) and a feeling of closure. At the same time, I felt a great sense of joy from realizing that there is still "furthur" to go. The music will continue to play the band, whether it is Phil & Friends, JRAD, DSO, and perhaps occasionally now, hopefully, our favorite band from Vermont.