Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I went back to Boston for one more reset of my laundry and my psyche before I hit the road with Nomad again. On July 19th I flew from Logan to Miami to meet the entourage and who did I run into in the gate area waiting to board? Louis.
“Let me guess where you’re going,” he said, after we’d done the kind of manhug thing where you give each other a mutual backslap. “Aruba.”
“I don’t even know where Aruba is,” I replied with a laugh.
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