Shit - logged onto the forums only to be floored.
We bonded over Kentucky's finest (bourbon of course) and obviously The Grateful Dead. Loved to give him shit that he managed to see Jerry, but only in '95.
Only saw him in the flesh a couple times, both on trips he took for DSO west coast shows. Once he brought me a mixed case of bourbon, boasting about how much cheaper I could get it if he bought at the source and hauled it out.
Another time he came to the house the afternoon of a show for some fine wine, cheese, and loud GD on my big system. It was pissing down rain the whole time. Great afternoon.
I'll miss your quips, rants, and insights. RIP, my friend.