Shawn, fed up with getting spackled by the sweat flying off of Gino's pony-tail all night, decided a strategically
placed umbrella would be the best solution. We agreed, and all chuckled heartily as one foreboding (and particularly creepy)
patron warned:"Opening that umbrella indoors ...that's gonna bring y'all BAD LUCK! You mark my words..."
Come to think of it, shortly after that gig, our agent informed us that the owner of CHECKERS in Hewitt had
permanently banned us from playing that bar! (The ONLY time that EVER happened to us, before or since!)
...and just look at us NOW!
