I spent five years in Alaska as a missionary prior to becoming Catholic. Four years of that was in a little town south of Anchorage with a strong bohemian population. As the town pastor, I got to know many of those good people. More than a few were devotees of The Grateful Dead, a band I paid little attention to in my younger days but grew to love as a result of my encounters with the folks in my small Alaskan community.
