Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing? “Having a good time!” Looks like it. “Yay!” Okay. Happy birthday, buddy. “Ah. Yeah, thanks. The big six-nine.” Is 69 big? “The way I do it, yeah.” Walked into that one. What do you want for your birthday? “Bliss.” Besides bliss. “I’d like my best friend Jimi Hendrix to return my … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Bob Weir