“Would you like to take a picture with a Grateful Dead, young man?” “Bobby, I’m in the band.” “I’m pretty sure the new guy’s black.” “No, I’m the old new guy. Jeff.” “Not ringing a bell.” “Jeff Chimenti.” … “New Brent.” “Oh, hey. Didn’t recognize you standing up.” “Sure.” “I think we’re gonna have a … Continue reading When They Say Your Name, You Walk On Stage