I travel a lot and have pretty much ever since I caught the Grateful Dead bug back in high school. Twenty plus yeares of roaming the Golden Road has afforded me the opportunity to see most of the states in the U.S. and a couple other opportunities have gotten me off of U.S. soil for short stints as well.

One thing I’ve always enjoyed is hearing about places or people and then going to that region and seeing those places and meeting those friends of friends and watching the interwoven circles of friends ripple outwards. Big parties like Dead concerts and Burning Man facilitated those sort of ripples in big ways.

Case in point: the past couple of days I’ve had the good fortune after working an Omega Institute conference in NYC to visit friends who work the Gathering of the Vibes festival in Connecticut.

Yeaterday I checked my location and noticed it was “Newtown, Connecticut” and a memory from fourth grade was triggered… when a cute girl across the street that I’d developed a crush on moved out of town. She gave me her adress… Taunton Lane, Newtown, Connecticut. In school-boy-crush-like manner, I committed the address to memory.

This morning my friend took the scenic route. As we were going down this beautiful back street I glanced at the street sign — Tauntin Lane — and a wave if strange distant memories whispered in my ear.

Life is such a trip!