By Leonard Buschel
A GODSHOT –
Aug. 12, 2025 – Did Jerry’s death keep me alive? Four days before he had died two miles from my home, I had just celebrated one year of clean and sober living after using drugs every day of my life for 26 years. And dealing drugs as my sole means of income for 23 years. I had moved to idyllic Marin County in 1981 with my girlfriend to raise our one-year-old son Benjamin. By 1993, I would see Jerry around because his daughter went to the same Waldorf school as my son, and once a month the school would stage a play. Jerry would come to see his daughter perform, and my son would be in the same plays. Phil Lesh’s daughter also went to the Marin Waldorf school.
