During the 1990's, I had some encounters with some famous and sort of famous people. One was with BB King. He had come to Columbia for a concert. The show was at the Township, and it was great. After the show was over, I went around to the stage door to see him. He was still inside signing autographs for a bunch of people who paid money to meet him. I waited for over an hour before he came out. I was one of a handful of fans back there. His limo pulled up. They had a special place made in the trunk to put Lucille (his guitar). One of his assistants gave each of us a picture of Mr. King and a plastic guitar lapel pin. These were pretty special, because the people inside didn't get them. When he came out, he said hello to us. He was very gracious. I left to go to my car. His limo passed by me, and the driver honked the horn. King waved at me.
Another was Bob Dylan. He also played the Township. It was 1997. I danced in the aisle during his show. Good stuff. After the show, I headed back to my car and saw his tour bus pulling out of the parking lot. I tried to catch up with the bus. It was going toward I-26, as he was heading to Knoxville for his next show. I drove 70mph and running red lights to catch up with his bus. I finally did about 10 miles outside of town. My plan was to ride behind the bus to Knoxville, but I failed to notice I was running out of gas. I pulled alongside the bus and honked my horn. Dylan looked out of the window. I waved, and he waved back. I yelled out "No Gas!". He smiled. I pulled off of the interstate to get gas. His bus continued up the road. I went home.
The Shirelles were playing at the Township along with Gary Lewis. I was sitting on the second row with Chris and Del. I was on the aisle. As they were about to sing "Going to the Chapel", the lead singer pointed at me and wanted me to join her on stage to sing the song with her. Fortunately, the man sitting in front of me stood up and went on stage to make a fool of himself. That was a close call. We met Gary Lewis at the stage door after the show and gave him a tape of our music. He liked it.
And then there was Elizabeth Ann Hilden. She was the Pet of the Year for Penthouse in 1997. She and her husband lived close to me in Forest Acres. I would see her at the Piggly Wiggly next to Ravenwood frequently. She was nice. I knew who she was, but most in the neighborhood didn't. When I had first met her, I told her of my friendship with Ginger. We hit it off, as I treated her as a person, not judging her for what she did. One Saturday, I got off of work and was exhausted. I had to stop by the store to get some food. Elizabeth had been to a magazine signing at a bookstore. When I got out of my car, she was getting into hers. She smiled and greeted me. I was so tired that I could barely speak. She looked perplexed as to why I wasn't more friendly. I told her I had to get some food and walked on by. Shortly thereafter, she and her husband moved away. I hope it wasn't my fault.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Revenge
A friend of mine went to a conference in Atlanta. She was in a hotel room, and sharing it with another woman she didn't know. This other woman hit on my friend who told this woman she wasn't into women. The woman went downstairs to the hotel bar and got drunk, leaving my friend in her room alone.
When she got back from her conference, she told me that story. I told her that we needed to get back at this woman, so I had my friend tell me her name and where she worked. I also needed the city. It turned out she worked in Charlotte and worked at a store in a local mall. So, about a week later I headed up to Charlotte. I went to that mall and found her working there. I called her by name. She looked at me blankly. Then, I proceeded to tell her a total lie.
I asked her if she remembered me. She said no. I said, "You don't remember me? We met at a bar in the hotel in Atlanta about a week ago." She still didn't remember me. I then said, "We seemed to hit it off. I bought you a drink, and you said that if I was ever in Charlotte to come look you up at your store, and we would go out and party." At this point, she seemed to be buying my story, only because I had all of the facts right, and she had been drinking heavily, so it could be a true story. I had never seen this woman before. I then went on to ask her what time she got off? She said that she was done at 6pm, so I told her I had some stuff to do in Charlotte, but I would be back at 6 to take her clubbing. Still with that blank stare, she said okay.
So, I left that store and drove back to Columbia. I didn't take her out. I was back in Columbia by 6pm. The next day, I told my friend how the encounter went. We had a good laugh about it. I am sorry that the woman in Charlotte didn't get a date that night with me, but she wasn't really into guys after all. And, she never knew that my friend told me about her. It was perfect revenge.
When she got back from her conference, she told me that story. I told her that we needed to get back at this woman, so I had my friend tell me her name and where she worked. I also needed the city. It turned out she worked in Charlotte and worked at a store in a local mall. So, about a week later I headed up to Charlotte. I went to that mall and found her working there. I called her by name. She looked at me blankly. Then, I proceeded to tell her a total lie.
I asked her if she remembered me. She said no. I said, "You don't remember me? We met at a bar in the hotel in Atlanta about a week ago." She still didn't remember me. I then said, "We seemed to hit it off. I bought you a drink, and you said that if I was ever in Charlotte to come look you up at your store, and we would go out and party." At this point, she seemed to be buying my story, only because I had all of the facts right, and she had been drinking heavily, so it could be a true story. I had never seen this woman before. I then went on to ask her what time she got off? She said that she was done at 6pm, so I told her I had some stuff to do in Charlotte, but I would be back at 6 to take her clubbing. Still with that blank stare, she said okay.
So, I left that store and drove back to Columbia. I didn't take her out. I was back in Columbia by 6pm. The next day, I told my friend how the encounter went. We had a good laugh about it. I am sorry that the woman in Charlotte didn't get a date that night with me, but she wasn't really into guys after all. And, she never knew that my friend told me about her. It was perfect revenge.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Rich's
I was burned out from working in retail and was looking for other work. After all, I had worked at Belk, Sanger Harris and JB White's. It was time for a change. I looked everywhere for a job. I had taken a little time off from my Charlotte experience to unwind, but I was still looking.
I went back to Columbia Mall to put in an application at Rich's Department Store. I really didn't want to work there, but I was getting desperate. I had rent to pay. I went into the Human Resources office, and the lady there asked me if I had worked for Phil Barrett. I said yes. He was our store manager at Belk. She said that she didn't need to check my references, because I was coming to her from a good person in Phil. It pays to know people.
I was hired to work in their Luggage Department. I had experience in that area from other stores, so it was an easy fit. The department was next to the employee breakroom. I had two stockrooms in the department. Across from Luggage was Housewares, and next to Luggage was TV's. I liked spending my time in TV's, as it got kind of boring in Luggage. One day, the supervisor for Housewares came to me and wanted me to do stock work in her department. She was not my supervisor, and I told her that was not my area. It was made clear to me that I had to do what any supervisor assigned me to do. I grumbled but did it.
Word got around town that I was in Luggage, and the business started to pick up. I only worked in that department for three months. I would be transferred to another department, which I will cover next. One thing about Rich's: if they liked you, they would move you around. I thought the goal was to make a statement in your assigned place. Their goal was to move successful sellers to other places. Interesting concept.
I went back to Columbia Mall to put in an application at Rich's Department Store. I really didn't want to work there, but I was getting desperate. I had rent to pay. I went into the Human Resources office, and the lady there asked me if I had worked for Phil Barrett. I said yes. He was our store manager at Belk. She said that she didn't need to check my references, because I was coming to her from a good person in Phil. It pays to know people.
I was hired to work in their Luggage Department. I had experience in that area from other stores, so it was an easy fit. The department was next to the employee breakroom. I had two stockrooms in the department. Across from Luggage was Housewares, and next to Luggage was TV's. I liked spending my time in TV's, as it got kind of boring in Luggage. One day, the supervisor for Housewares came to me and wanted me to do stock work in her department. She was not my supervisor, and I told her that was not my area. It was made clear to me that I had to do what any supervisor assigned me to do. I grumbled but did it.
Word got around town that I was in Luggage, and the business started to pick up. I only worked in that department for three months. I would be transferred to another department, which I will cover next. One thing about Rich's: if they liked you, they would move you around. I thought the goal was to make a statement in your assigned place. Their goal was to move successful sellers to other places. Interesting concept.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Bankruptcy
In 1995, I had a lot of credit cards and no money to pay them. In fact, I had one with a $10,000 line, and I couldn't afford the minimum monthly payment. In all, I had $52,000 in debt. I was living way beyond means. Using credit cards was an addiction for me like being on cocaine. I had collection agencies calling me all the time. Morning until night. It created a bad case of anxiety for me. I was afraid to answer the phone. This was before cellphones, so I got these calls only when I was home. My answering machine took care of a lot of them, but I got to the point that I would roll up into a ball when the phone rang. I had to stop it, so I decided to go the bankruptcy route.
The first thing I had to do was get a lawyer. One was recommended to me. She was supposed to be the best. I went to see her and set up a payment plan for her fees. We then got to work. She gave me some forms to list everything I owned, including furniture, pictures, records, memorabilia, and more. I brought the list back to her, and we began assigning a value for each item. I came up with a figure, and then she told me to not do what something is worth but rather what something could be sold for. Then, I came up with that figure. She then asked what I could get for it, if I sold it at a flea market. I came up with that figure. It was considerably less than the first amount I had done. It was that amount that we used to access my "wealth".
It was then time to go before a bankruptcy judge. A paralegal went with me to court. This was in the Spring of 1996. There were others there to plead their cases before the judge. One man lost his truck. I was sure I was going to lose my assets, the majority of which were my records. There was an auctioneer in the courtroom who determined how much they could get for selling the stuff that people had. When my case was heard, the judge asked me one question. He asked if my records were worth anything. I said that they were worth something to me. I had not planned on saying that. It just came out. The judge looked at the auctioneer who shook his head no. The judge declared my case to be a "no-assets" case, and my debt was cleared. It meant I could keep my stuff. I was relieved.
All of my debts were wiped out except one. Sears refused to accept the judge's decision. They said they would set up a payment plan with me to pay them $15/month. I agreed to that. The first bill I got from them was more than the $15/month that we agreed to. I called them and told them they had made a mistake on the bill. They apologized and said they would send another bill. I never got another bill from them. I was afraid to go into Sears for several months after that, but slowly I returned there. No one said anything about my debt.
The only real downside to it was that the bankruptcy was on my credit report for several years, but I could answer the phone again.
The first thing I had to do was get a lawyer. One was recommended to me. She was supposed to be the best. I went to see her and set up a payment plan for her fees. We then got to work. She gave me some forms to list everything I owned, including furniture, pictures, records, memorabilia, and more. I brought the list back to her, and we began assigning a value for each item. I came up with a figure, and then she told me to not do what something is worth but rather what something could be sold for. Then, I came up with that figure. She then asked what I could get for it, if I sold it at a flea market. I came up with that figure. It was considerably less than the first amount I had done. It was that amount that we used to access my "wealth".
It was then time to go before a bankruptcy judge. A paralegal went with me to court. This was in the Spring of 1996. There were others there to plead their cases before the judge. One man lost his truck. I was sure I was going to lose my assets, the majority of which were my records. There was an auctioneer in the courtroom who determined how much they could get for selling the stuff that people had. When my case was heard, the judge asked me one question. He asked if my records were worth anything. I said that they were worth something to me. I had not planned on saying that. It just came out. The judge looked at the auctioneer who shook his head no. The judge declared my case to be a "no-assets" case, and my debt was cleared. It meant I could keep my stuff. I was relieved.
All of my debts were wiped out except one. Sears refused to accept the judge's decision. They said they would set up a payment plan with me to pay them $15/month. I agreed to that. The first bill I got from them was more than the $15/month that we agreed to. I called them and told them they had made a mistake on the bill. They apologized and said they would send another bill. I never got another bill from them. I was afraid to go into Sears for several months after that, but slowly I returned there. No one said anything about my debt.
The only real downside to it was that the bankruptcy was on my credit report for several years, but I could answer the phone again.
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Charlotte
After Belk closed all of their stores in Columbia, I was out of work. In looking around, I found a company that wanted to hire me. It was Prudential Insurance. They liked my ability to sell. So, I went to their orientation and found out quickly that this was not the place for me. They wanted me to sell insurance, mostly to my friends and family. That was the first strike. They also wanted me to go through the phone book and make cold calls to people. That was the second strike. The third strike came, when they informed me that I would not get a commission from the sale for the first year. A mentor would basically get the money I had worked for. I would be paid enough to pay for rent and gas. I never went back.
I was needing money for rent. I saw an ad in the paper for someone in a marketing firm. That sounded doable. I went to their office in my three-piece suit and found it was a telemarketing place, and all of the women on the phones were in shorts and t-shirts. I was very overdressed a d walked out of the door.
Then, one day the phone rang. It was my old Belk store manager, Phil, wanting to know if I wanted to help them close the books on the stores. He said the former warehouse manager, Don, was going to do it, and he needed someone familiar with Accounts Payable. So, I said yes. The job was in Charlotte at the headquarters for the Belk family that owned our stores. We had a van, and we left the Columbia Mall parking lot every morning at 7:30 and drove to Charlotte to be up there by 9:30. The offices were on Tyvola across from South Park Mall. When we got there, we had all of the held invoices and the stock receipts in several boxes. We would take a receipt and match it to an invoice. We would check to see if they matched. Once that was reconciled, we would send that invoice to be paid. We sometimes could only pay partial invoices, which usually meant a call from a vendor when they got their check. We would try to get out of the office to return home by 3:30-4:00 to avoid the rush hour traffic. If we didn't, we wouldn't get back to Columbia until 7:30-8:00. That happened some at first.
Charlotte has a lot of nice restaurants. We tried to go to a different one each day, since Belk was paying for it. One reason we would go to a different one was that Don had bad luck with some of them. Either he got sick on the food or get hurt. One time, he bit into a sandwich that had a staple in the meat. He cut his lip, and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Our food was free that day.
We also would go up in all kinds of weather. It snowed twice. We braved the snowy roads one day, but the other we turned back before we got to Rock Hill. Our safety seemed kind of important. Another thing we did was stop for gas along the way on I-77. We stopped at all of the gas stations at least twice and got to know the workers inside. They got to know us too.
The job was starting to last longer than we had planned. We were supposed to take 3 months to close the books. We weren't anywhere near that to finishing, so we started a new plan. Pay the invoices without checking the stock receipts, as long as it was not over $10,000 each, We started okaying checks like crazy. We even joked that we could issue ourselves $10,000 checks without authorization and no one would no. Of course, we never did that. Too bad.
We finished up our job in February 1996. We had started just after Thanksgiving in 1995. The books were closed, and we went home. Phil got a job as a Belk store manager in Orangeburg. Don got a job at a bank. I was still looking at the want ads.
I was needing money for rent. I saw an ad in the paper for someone in a marketing firm. That sounded doable. I went to their office in my three-piece suit and found it was a telemarketing place, and all of the women on the phones were in shorts and t-shirts. I was very overdressed a d walked out of the door.
Then, one day the phone rang. It was my old Belk store manager, Phil, wanting to know if I wanted to help them close the books on the stores. He said the former warehouse manager, Don, was going to do it, and he needed someone familiar with Accounts Payable. So, I said yes. The job was in Charlotte at the headquarters for the Belk family that owned our stores. We had a van, and we left the Columbia Mall parking lot every morning at 7:30 and drove to Charlotte to be up there by 9:30. The offices were on Tyvola across from South Park Mall. When we got there, we had all of the held invoices and the stock receipts in several boxes. We would take a receipt and match it to an invoice. We would check to see if they matched. Once that was reconciled, we would send that invoice to be paid. We sometimes could only pay partial invoices, which usually meant a call from a vendor when they got their check. We would try to get out of the office to return home by 3:30-4:00 to avoid the rush hour traffic. If we didn't, we wouldn't get back to Columbia until 7:30-8:00. That happened some at first.
Charlotte has a lot of nice restaurants. We tried to go to a different one each day, since Belk was paying for it. One reason we would go to a different one was that Don had bad luck with some of them. Either he got sick on the food or get hurt. One time, he bit into a sandwich that had a staple in the meat. He cut his lip, and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Our food was free that day.
We also would go up in all kinds of weather. It snowed twice. We braved the snowy roads one day, but the other we turned back before we got to Rock Hill. Our safety seemed kind of important. Another thing we did was stop for gas along the way on I-77. We stopped at all of the gas stations at least twice and got to know the workers inside. They got to know us too.
The job was starting to last longer than we had planned. We were supposed to take 3 months to close the books. We weren't anywhere near that to finishing, so we started a new plan. Pay the invoices without checking the stock receipts, as long as it was not over $10,000 each, We started okaying checks like crazy. We even joked that we could issue ourselves $10,000 checks without authorization and no one would no. Of course, we never did that. Too bad.
We finished up our job in February 1996. We had started just after Thanksgiving in 1995. The books were closed, and we went home. Phil got a job as a Belk store manager in Orangeburg. Don got a job at a bank. I was still looking at the want ads.
Monday, January 21, 2019
AP
There was a meeting called in the breakroom of all those Belk employees present. The announcement was that the Belk store at Columbia Mall would be closing in three months. We had already closed the downtown Belk store, and all of the offices and warehouse had moved to Columbia Mall. The reason for the closing was that we were not making enough money to stay open. Because of that, we had been holding invoices to be paid for over a year, and we were not paying any of our vendors, so they had stopped sending us merchandise. Belk had given a three-month notice so that employees could find other jobs. Some did, including one woman in Accounts Payable. I was promoted to her job.
Each Monday, I would go into the manager's office, and he would give me a list of lies to tell vendors when they called asking about their money. I kept the lies on a yellow pad. When a vendor would call Accounts Payable, I would read a lie off of the pad, such as we had an issue with the plumbing that took some money to fix. Or, your money will be coming as soon as we reconcile the receipts. Sometimes, the vendor would call more than once a week. They would say that I told them something when they called last, so then I would go down the list and pick out another lie. I was not proud of this task, but it kept the vendors at bay for at least a few days.
When the Columbia Mall store closed, the operation moved to Columbiana Centre. By this time, there were two of us in Accounts Payable that moved there. It was a girl named Ginger (no not the same as a previous story) and me. We had been able to get some money together by closing of the two stores, and turning the Batesburg store over to another branch of Belk, so we were able to cut checks to some vendors. Ginger's job was to check invoices against receipts, and my job was to put forth those invoices for payment. Our "office" was in an old stockroom on the "second" floor of the store. There was little ventilation, so it got very hot in the summer and very cold in the winter. We had to take breaks during the day, so we could go downstairs and breathe. We had a radio in the room to help with the boredom. Ginger was forever calling a song request into a radio station to play "Mother-in-Law". I got very sick of that song.
Speaking of songs, one of the cuts that Belk made was to cut out the Muzak in the store. The employees and some customers complained about the dead air. I went home to my extensive record collection and recorded 20 90-minute cassette tapes with instrumental music. We played those in the store over the PA system. That worked well. When Christmas came, I recorded another 20 tapes with Christmas music. Yes, I had enough records to do that, too. When the store finally closed in 1995, those 40 cassettes disappeared.
Ginger and I would go to lunch in the mall's food court. In the winter, it was fun to see the high school kids come to the mall wearing shorts, and seeing their blue skin. It was their fashion statement. One day, we watched a guy from WIS TV try to eat more ice cream than someone else. We got on the news that night cheering them on.
When the announcement was made in 1995 that Belk was closing the Columbiana Centre store, we liquidated all of the merchandise still there. There were just a few employees left, including me, our warehouse manager, and our store manager. As we were about to lock up the store for the last time, the three of us went into the Men's Department area and turned on a big screen TV that was still there. We watched the verdict in the OJ Simpson trial. We couldn't believe our ears, when they said "Not Guilty". It is kind of funny how you remember where you were when events happen. During the Bronco chase, I was closing up my parents' house for the last time in 1994. Now, we were closing up the last Belk store in Columbia for the final time in 1995. It was a very sad day. I still have on my key ring the key to the warehouse at Columbiana Centre from Belk. It doesn't open anything now.
Each Monday, I would go into the manager's office, and he would give me a list of lies to tell vendors when they called asking about their money. I kept the lies on a yellow pad. When a vendor would call Accounts Payable, I would read a lie off of the pad, such as we had an issue with the plumbing that took some money to fix. Or, your money will be coming as soon as we reconcile the receipts. Sometimes, the vendor would call more than once a week. They would say that I told them something when they called last, so then I would go down the list and pick out another lie. I was not proud of this task, but it kept the vendors at bay for at least a few days.
When the Columbia Mall store closed, the operation moved to Columbiana Centre. By this time, there were two of us in Accounts Payable that moved there. It was a girl named Ginger (no not the same as a previous story) and me. We had been able to get some money together by closing of the two stores, and turning the Batesburg store over to another branch of Belk, so we were able to cut checks to some vendors. Ginger's job was to check invoices against receipts, and my job was to put forth those invoices for payment. Our "office" was in an old stockroom on the "second" floor of the store. There was little ventilation, so it got very hot in the summer and very cold in the winter. We had to take breaks during the day, so we could go downstairs and breathe. We had a radio in the room to help with the boredom. Ginger was forever calling a song request into a radio station to play "Mother-in-Law". I got very sick of that song.
Speaking of songs, one of the cuts that Belk made was to cut out the Muzak in the store. The employees and some customers complained about the dead air. I went home to my extensive record collection and recorded 20 90-minute cassette tapes with instrumental music. We played those in the store over the PA system. That worked well. When Christmas came, I recorded another 20 tapes with Christmas music. Yes, I had enough records to do that, too. When the store finally closed in 1995, those 40 cassettes disappeared.
Ginger and I would go to lunch in the mall's food court. In the winter, it was fun to see the high school kids come to the mall wearing shorts, and seeing their blue skin. It was their fashion statement. One day, we watched a guy from WIS TV try to eat more ice cream than someone else. We got on the news that night cheering them on.
When the announcement was made in 1995 that Belk was closing the Columbiana Centre store, we liquidated all of the merchandise still there. There were just a few employees left, including me, our warehouse manager, and our store manager. As we were about to lock up the store for the last time, the three of us went into the Men's Department area and turned on a big screen TV that was still there. We watched the verdict in the OJ Simpson trial. We couldn't believe our ears, when they said "Not Guilty". It is kind of funny how you remember where you were when events happen. During the Bronco chase, I was closing up my parents' house for the last time in 1994. Now, we were closing up the last Belk store in Columbia for the final time in 1995. It was a very sad day. I still have on my key ring the key to the warehouse at Columbiana Centre from Belk. It doesn't open anything now.
Friday, January 11, 2019
American Eagle
During the latter days of Belk in the mid-1990's, they had a travel agency in the Columbia Mall store. I used that agency to book a flight from Columbia to Nashville to visit Del and Chris who had moved there. The only direct flight was on American, so I took it.
When I got to the airport, I found that the plane was a small prop plane that was actually American Eagle. The plane sat around 28 people. It had two pilots and one flight attendant. The cockpit was separated from the cabin by a curtain, and you could see the pilots easily. Because the plane was so small, it could not be attached to the walkway from the terminal to the plane, so we had to walk out onto the tarmac to board the plane and load our luggage. This whole experience made me nervous. Primarily because a plane like this one had crashed in Alabama a week before and had killed everyone on board. Our plane was about half filled with passengers.
Apparently, my nervousness was seen by most everyone in the plane, because the flight attendant asked if I wanted to sit by her at the front of the seating area. I agreed, and she held my hand as we took off. She gave me a Sprite, and I had a window seat to look out at the scenery. I started getting nervous again, when we started flying over the mountains. The plane seemed to be just above the trees. I could look down and see a person mowing his grass.
After drinking the Sprite, I had to go to the restroom. It was at the front of the plane and very small. The ceiling was lower than I was tall. It also was made of metal. While I was in there, the plane hit an air pocket, and my head hit the ceiling. I saw stars. When I came out, I had a big bump on my head.
We got to Nashville, and we were all thankful we landed safely. I stayed in Nashville with my friends for a few days and got to see the city. We went to a couple of record stores, and I found some cool test pressings. Then, it was time to board the American Eagle back to Columbia. I knew better what to expect with the flight. All of the seats were filled this time around. A guy had brought his guitar on board. Liquor was served. Although I didn't drink, enough people did. We had a party on the plane with singing and guitar playing. I forgot all about being scared.
When I got to the airport, I found that the plane was a small prop plane that was actually American Eagle. The plane sat around 28 people. It had two pilots and one flight attendant. The cockpit was separated from the cabin by a curtain, and you could see the pilots easily. Because the plane was so small, it could not be attached to the walkway from the terminal to the plane, so we had to walk out onto the tarmac to board the plane and load our luggage. This whole experience made me nervous. Primarily because a plane like this one had crashed in Alabama a week before and had killed everyone on board. Our plane was about half filled with passengers.
Apparently, my nervousness was seen by most everyone in the plane, because the flight attendant asked if I wanted to sit by her at the front of the seating area. I agreed, and she held my hand as we took off. She gave me a Sprite, and I had a window seat to look out at the scenery. I started getting nervous again, when we started flying over the mountains. The plane seemed to be just above the trees. I could look down and see a person mowing his grass.
After drinking the Sprite, I had to go to the restroom. It was at the front of the plane and very small. The ceiling was lower than I was tall. It also was made of metal. While I was in there, the plane hit an air pocket, and my head hit the ceiling. I saw stars. When I came out, I had a big bump on my head.
We got to Nashville, and we were all thankful we landed safely. I stayed in Nashville with my friends for a few days and got to see the city. We went to a couple of record stores, and I found some cool test pressings. Then, it was time to board the American Eagle back to Columbia. I knew better what to expect with the flight. All of the seats were filled this time around. A guy had brought his guitar on board. Liquor was served. Although I didn't drink, enough people did. We had a party on the plane with singing and guitar playing. I forgot all about being scared.
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