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February 12, 2018: Alys Culhane meets Jerry Garcia

On Friday we met our good friend Bill Schmidtkunz at the Palmer Museum to view a traveling photo exhibit of 1960s Rolling Stone Magazine photos. This is a guest dispatch by Bill.

Shovelin' got my cow chips cashed in. Keep shovelin, like a horse stall woman
Together, more or less in line, just gotta keep shovelin' on.
Rows of Icelandic ponies pooping on Main Street.

Chicago, New York, Detroit I pray to god it's not on my street
Your typical horses involved in a typical nightmare
Hang up your shovel, and see what tomorrow may bring.
Dallas Alys, got a big machine; gonna make it, gonna shovel it all clean, gonna
make it, all bright and clean, from Buffalo Mine Road all the way down to New Orleans

Most of the horses that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're shittin' and eating' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the stalls and down on the trails all alone.

Bill Schmidtkunz, aging rocker

Shoveling, like the po-poo man once told me, "You've got to wash your hands"
Sometimes your jodhpurs ain't worth a damn, if you don't pull em down.
Sometimes the manures all fallin' on me,
Other times I can hardly pee.

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever became of sweet Alys?
She lost her shovel, you know she isn't the same.
Livin' on stale cabbage, warm beer and propane.
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"

Shovelin, up to Buffalo Mine Road.
Been thinkin', you got to shovel slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep shovelin' on.

Sittin' and starin' out of the kitchen window.
the dogs are gonna kick the door in again.
I'd like to get some sleep before I unravel.
But if that dogs gotta eat, I guess it's gonna, gottacome in.

Busted, down on Ocean View Road,
set up, like a hoof pic' pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. Them horses just won't let you be, oh no.
You're sick of shovelin' around and you'd like to shit before you travel.
Get tired of travelin' and you want to shovel again.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for shoveling’.
Get out of the door and get to that stall once again
Sometimes the shits all shining' on me,
Most of the times I haven't time to pee.

Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been
Shovelin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa horses, back where I belong,
Back to the stall, sit down and patch my bones, and get back shoveling' on.


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