Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there.
I am a thousand smokey winds that blow.
I am the million suds that overflow.
I am the moonlight
On the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the afternoon rush,
I am the swift uplifting push of hungry delight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
My Spirit is still alive…
^ DIX last days. The funeral procession during Vancouver Craft Beer Week on May 15, 2010
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Where does the after-work crowd in mid-nowhere go now?
Burning the midnight oil again, Miss Raincoaster?
OOHHhhhh…Maannn..where am I supposed to go where everybody knows my name…and they are always glad I came, where I can see our troubles are all the same…….I will miss you DIX..like crazy.
They’re coming back. Just another Mark James Group renovating after the millionth pint served.
^ Oh really? Brett, do you have some info we don’t know about? Please share.
Supposed to be another yaletownesque loungey kinda place.
They had some great beer and some awesome seasonals… although for “BBQ” eats… one of the worst