As we were playing , I noticed this fella about 6' 3 or 4 with a ten gallon hat on and a western shirt, cowboy boots and he had his pants tucked inside his boots. Well, he sat down at the front table and kept staring at me as though I had done something wrong to him. He sat there for about an hour, and I was getting worried, and all the sudden jumped and ran up to me, I thought I was dead, cause I'm only 5' 6". He pointed his finger at me and said "you don't fool me mister" And I said, what do you me sir? He said, " you don't fool me "and he pointed to my steel , and said "that music ain't comin out of that thing, its comin out of that box behind you"
Well we all had a big laugh when he wasn't looking and after awhile we turned down the lights real low for a slow song and there he came again, this time he had a little pen flashlight that he moved along very nicely with my bar everytime I moved it, and then he just kinda dissapeared. Just thought you guys would get a kick out of this.
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If You Keep Pickin That Thing, It'll Never Heal!
<FONT SIZE=1 COLOR="#8e236b"><p align=CENTER>[This message was edited by Gene H. Brown on 08 May 2002 at 09:18 PM.]</p></FONT>