“Jenkins!” “Yes, sir?” “When I say ‘Jerry Garcia,’ what do you think of?” “Tie-dye? Hippies?” “No.” “Beard.” “Nuh-uh.” “20-minute solos.” “Stop that. Concentrate, damn you, or I’ll give you such a hiding.” “I don’t know what you want me to say, sir.” “Skank!” “Wow, that wasn’t even close to one of my guesses.” “Jenkins, when … Continue reading It’s What He Would Have Wanted