I did a gig in a town 30 miles away. As I was getting ready to leave the hall, my Cousin Gene Hooper, another performer had a spell of some kind and after it seemed he was ok, I left.When I got home I realized I had forgotten the guitar! I made a call and I just happened to get another friend who told me that they were able to determine that it was mine because of the songs that live in it.
I was panicked because my poor memory told me that I had set it down in the parking lot, and it may have gotten run over! It was a dark and stormy night...