Music and Bed Sheets

Michigan, November 2009
How much protection can a 200-thread count bed sheet provide a guitar on a misty November day? The only person I know who could possibly answer that question is my very own Eastside urban cowboy, the one who wears black combat boots, white sweat pants and a cowboy hat if no other reason than each item appeals to him individually. He is not a big picture man.

But he is resourceful. While grappling for his combat boots under his nephew’s bunk bed, where he’s been passing out for the last six months, the little fellow walked into the room wearing a dewy rain jacket and the Eastside cowboy thought, “Dang, how am I going to walk my guitar around the neighborhood without getting it wet?”

Pulling his head out from under the bed, a thin sheet with happy little fish brushed his cheek and two minutes later, he left the house, sheet swaddled guitar in hand, destination unknown.