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
Friday, June 6, 2008
BNA
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