I had grabbed my brothers old guitar at my Mom's. Once upon a time I had a sweet little guitar, but I quit playing when I hurt my hand. However that's gotten better, so I grabbed my brothers since mine is nowhere to be found. I imagine my niece annihilated it years ago.
As I waited at the luggage carousel, the cell phone wouldn't work. I guess ATT mobile went down big time yesterday. And the guitar was nowhere to be found. The Frontier luggage service was closed. Bummer. But then the phone started working, and I saw the guitar off in a corner. I guess it was an odd size and had gone down a different shoot. It also had a little tag in it informing me that the TSA had searched it. I imagine that a drug dog must have taken one whiff of that thing and gone bonkers. It gladdens my heart to think about the dedicated law enforcement folk opening that old thing to discover... nothing but memories of dope enjoyed long ago. HAH!
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