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Now I remember why I adore flying so much… That IS my guitar propping up that pink booster seat in the 5 degree weather in Chicago. And it does NOT belong to me or mine, by the way.
However, I remain an optimist. In the words of one of my favorite rock ‘n roll songs of all time, “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!”
See you in Nashville, my black leather encased friend.
I was reminded never to check a guitar in Omaha when I saw them literally chucking them off the belt. I’ve never gasped so loud in my life.
