Ahhh. Friday was one of the few perfect days in my long great life. My parents drove up to visit after 2 years, they sprung me from the ward for the day, we went to Adams Berry Farm, blueberries!, and had a perfect day together. They are in their 80s, very special. To come home, and be told Phil was in my town, and to see they played MY song right off. I know not for me, but I call it my song, because I am the guy who gets handed his ass every day, these guys get handed cake. So, my song. Perfect ending to the perfect day in Vermont. Looks like quite the show! What a great Friday, and Saturday is even better, Plum Hill plums. Life is good. Thanks phish for being solely yourselves, it inspires.