After my divorce in 2010, I used to ride my Harley up Poudre Canyon, outside of Fort Collins, CO to a place called Mishawaka by the Poudre River. There was a guy named Russel there who was a huge Pittsburgh Steeler fan and a ‘Dead Head’, who used to follow the band around many years prior. He manage every show that came to that venue with an iron fist. He lived in a train caboose across the road from the venue, that used to draw hundreds every weekend. Keep in mind this place was at least 35 miles from civilization, up in the Rocky mountains. He had a dog named ‘Bradshaw’ - named after Terry - he kept across the road near his caboose - and I used ride my Harley up there several times per week to have beers at the bar there and feed Bradshaw treats until he eventually died. Bradshaw was a basset hound. I cried when I found out he’d passed. Poudre Canyon and Fort Collins, CO were my stomping grounds. Sorry for rambling…