All reasonable and hilarious explanations. You catters have me
grinning from ear to ear ( hope I can hold onto this smile by tomorrow
morning when our second April snowstorm arrives)
Well it looks like I have many choices to attempt to hold onto the
fleeing pieces of plastic- I can buy $40 picks and assume
that my frugal habits will help me keep better track of them) . I can join
a pick commune, or dip into the pocket or guitar case of that
guy who never buys his own picks, and is hoarding mine- and yours.

I can sing along to the wonderful pick parody songs. But so fat I tend to agree most
with Leeneia's explanation. Picks are sentient, mobile and most likely paranoid
little creatures that will always find a place to hide- whether in a concert
hall or in the muck of the primordial sea. Lmao.

Day glo colored duct tape, huh? Maybe a good solution, tho
I 've lost several phosphorent hued picks as well. And of course,
I'd have to remember where I've misplaced the tape. ??
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I think I will, for now, just try. In my small and humble way, to do my
part in keeping the mom and pop valient little music stores
in sound financial health by continuing to purchase my monthly
quota of picks.

Btw this thread is still open- snows coming Tuesday as well - sigh.

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