…Take ‘er slow n easy, maestrobro. 

(I have known only one “Monte,” personally, and he was an amazing talented ol’ cat of many masteries from banjo to electronics to world-wearied-cleric-like East-meets-West theologianisms and balloon craft…perhaps even a few hooliganisms every now and then but probably not all that often as he considered himself a certified reverend & wrecker driver and meant to do well by the title.)

I’ve read your posts for years now, Eric, and would not trade a one of them.  This life can really blow ……a whole heck of a lot it seems, you know; …sometimes it’s good though and the blessings are apparent and people floor me with their munificence from time to time. …And even one of my greater fears of this adult life, medical science and pharma, has stepped up and shown a bright side to us that a year ago would have seen me screaming no fucking way, man!  I don’t know what to say, man, to you left here on this aching wound to persevere and be inspired or else …what else?… other than to send an air-hug of wholeheartedness.  A bear hug of built-up tollhouse-tokens & dumbfoundedness.

Flights of hurly-burly-gone-no-worries whirlybirds hawkwind you to your grace, Monte.