Was Bill Murray the dopest person in the 70,000-strong crowd at the Grateful Dead’s last concert Sunday? Obviously that’s hard to quantify, but I’d argue yeah, no doubt.

Would it surprise you to learn bearded fantasy author George R.R. Martin not only looks like Jerry Garcia, but also enjoys listening to Jerry Garcia? You’re not just making stoned connections, it’s totally true dude!!

Robert Hunter recommended playing your hand, but one drunk man in Westchester took it a little too far on his drive home from the Grateful Dead lyricist's concert earlier this month.

Cornell students just received an email from the University Police, warning them about an imminent, and dangerous, threat to their safety: Deadheads. Hey, we'd be nervous too.

Everyone seems to think it's funny that UC Santa Cruz has a job opening for an official "Grateful Dead Archivist." But it's just the latest example of hippies riding high during the recession, floating on a cloud of groovy breaks.

"The Grateful Dead, whose songs celebrated personal freedom, American idealism and mind-altering drugs, will donate a cache of their papers, posters and props on Thursday to the University of California, Santa Cruz, which plans to use the musical miscellany as part of a research center to be known as Dead Central." [Times]

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