Friday, June 6, 2008


Jeff and I are at the gate in Nashville, waiting for our 9 am flight to San Diego. I am in line at Starbuck's; Jeff is getting something to eat at Burger King.

I hate airports. It's like the bar in Mos Eisley from Star Wars, but without the band. In Nashville, though, everyone's carrying a guitar case. I've been bumped by two so far. They also have ugly pink cowboy hats that they bought downtown.

More when we land.

Robert A. Hendry

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