Never was a fan, but glad to hear his prognosis is good. Also, it means I'm less of a horrible human being for saying the first thought I had was of a paramedic weilding a massive sledge hammer and whacking on his chest shouting "LIVE DAMN YOU!".
His was the only show that dad and I went to together. We sat in the middle and still dodged watermellon, dog food and other wet items. We had a blast that night! Thinking how on this coming Monday (3/19) my dad will be gone a year, makes me hope even more that G pulls through!