Once years ago, when I was playing the basket houses in the Village, I stumbled home half drunk, at what was for me an early hour. Forgetting to lock the door of the apartment, which was on the lower East Side(Alphabet city, 4th St. and Ave.D), I woke up later to find my Gibson LG-2 had sprouted wings and flown the coop. Needless to say I was in a bit of a tizzy, to say the least. One of my roomates, who worked in the kitchen at the Four Winds where I played, came home to tell me that someone had come in the joint trying to sell him my guitar! To make a long story short, I got it back about 4AM at the 9th Precinct. Someone was looking out for a fool and a drunk that night!

Mark Ross