I just returned from a one-day, round trip flight to Pennsylvania for my great uncle Ben’s funeral.
He had asked that I would sing at his service, so despite my classes and work, I wasn’t going to miss it.
He was a great man — a former marine with smiling eyes, a deep chuckle and physical features that remind me that I am a part of a long family line. I played some songs I haven’t played in a very long time, at the request of the family.
I had my guitar and my suitcase with me. USAir lost both on the way down (Philadelphia is notorious for that), but got them to me in time for the funeral.
Then, I flew into Bangor, ME last night through Boston. AmericanAirways lost them both, too. Only, I haven’t received them back yet.
My guitar….
