What's up with the TSA? It's a different experience every trip. In Dallas everyone I came in contact with had never dealt with bone marrow. I usually refer to it as bone marrow because they really freak if I call it stem cells. The TSA agent that checked my cooler says" Is this going to be gross?" Whereas another agent comes up and starts telling us what gross is like a head on collision and pulling bodies out of the wreckage or recovering drowned bodies. UCK! The poor young agent and Bob did their best to ignore this guy. A lot of the TSA people are either starting their careers or are on their last job. Scary. Meanwhile no one at AA is paying much attention to me until I get up from my seat to make sure the captain knows I'm on board. I have letters you know. So the flight attendant reprimands me and tell me to take my seat. They are aware I'm on board and I shouldn't call attention to myself. Believe me that's the last thing i want. So then one flight attendant comes back to my seat and hands me my papers and says something to me. Then the first one come back to my seat. Now who's drawing attention to me????Bone Marrow Bob was glad he didn't have to go all the way to Greece to see the Parthenon, and it's not even in ruins.
After dropping off the product Surfer Bob headed downtown for a little sightseeing. Man it's true, everybody plays the guitar in this town. There are singers and pickers in the Starbucks, hospitals, Holiday Inn ... everywhere!
Bob was most excited to visit the Ryman Auditorium, the original Grand Old Opry, to set foot in that hallowed hall where Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Ernest Tubbs and Minnie Pearl walked before him. What to buy in the gift shop? Hmmm? How about a flyswatter in the shape of a guitar? Watch out Surfer Bob!
