Deadheads for Kamala
Well, why not? Like me she's of/from San Francisco. Maybe she likes the Dead's music. I was never a fan of their long, formless, improvisational stuff, even when stoned. I've never really been a Deadhead.
I first saw/heard the Dead in distant days of yore in those Panhandle concerts in 1967.
Instead, I now like the more formal American Beauty and Workingman's Dead albums, which even a square like me can enjoy, though admittedly I haven't listened to them lately. When I do, they hold up pretty well:
Labels: Democratic Party, History, Kamala Harris, Music