I stopped by the Home of the Mule last night, hoping I might find a note taped to my door that the management office was holding Blackie Too, the most beautiful of chiopped '51 Squiers, Squires.
Instead, I found a guitar leaning against my door. Hadd been there for days.
I was unhappy.
When Blackie ONe was delivered from Chris Guitars in December, same goddamned thing.
People like to lean the blacks up against a door. . . .