Years ago,I was playing bass in a band on a stage about 2 feet high. Irma, a cute new waitress started working that night. I tried to look down her shirt, walked off the stage, broke my glasses, bloodied my knee and scarred up a new Jazz bass...it was WORTH it. Actually, Irma and I became, and are still good friends. I introduced her to a good friend, and they were married for over 30 years before he died.

Now, my "little" friend and I have a great time remembering!And I look at the scar on that old bass and have a good laugh.


Russ