The Grateful Dead played "Cassidy" on a sunny afternoon at Ventura County Fairground on Saturday, 29 July 1983, and Bob Weir (1947-2026) sang: "Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words." I watched the seagulls flying above the beach. Back there again the next summer on Sunday, 22 July 1984, at what I consider my favorite show, the band played "Terrapin Station", and as I have written before, Weir pulled out glorious, expressive bursts of feedback during the coda. And whenever they played Weir and John Perry Barlow's "Let It Grow", I loved the moment when the final jam ended: "What shall we say, shall we call it by a name." (Andrew Shields, #111words, 11 January 2026)