Coming off a tour to the East coast and back to the West coast, upon arrival at LAX, I was waiting for my baggage at the conveyor belt. Everything came out except the bass drum. I looked up and saw it loaded onto a baggage chute and come sliding down. I ran over the end of the chute and caught it before it hit the floor. One less letter to write.
that's brilliant!! my mother used to console us and to get over that terrible feeling of sadness, smothering our activism-gene in the process, I guess ;-))
Coming off a tour to the East coast and back to the West coast, upon arrival at LAX, I was waiting for my baggage at the conveyor belt. Everything came out except the bass drum. I looked up and saw it loaded onto a baggage chute and come sliding down. I ran over the end of the chute and caught it before it hit the floor. One less letter to write.
that's brilliant!! my mother used to console us and to get over that terrible feeling of sadness, smothering our activism-gene in the process, I guess ;-))