furry memories

I had just finished selling my motorcycle today and I was standing in the garage talking to Kurt about doing some scuba diving, when I noticed the neighbors moving out of their house. Actually what I noticed was the gal carrying a cage with a little hammock hanging inside of it. I told Kurt what I thought it was, and after he went back inside I walked across the street to be sure.

As I approached the girl I said "that's a ferret you have in there, isn't it?" She said yes, and with the kindest smile took him out of his cage-- actually out of the hammock, he was dozing in there on his back-- and gently put him in my arms. He just looked at me and sat in my hands. I told her about Inigo and we shared ferret stories... I guess the kind of stories you'd have to be an owner to really laugh about and appreciate.

Staring at this little guy, all kinds of memories came flooding back. Playing chase around the apartment, sharing breakfast in the morning... he used to take naps on my belly. This ferret looked just like Inigo. I put him back in his cage and walked over into their garage to see how their move was going. I was trying not to think too much about my old pet.

I learned my neighbors are in an acoustic band. They told me where they play, so I can't wait to check them out. Any locals reading this, look em up. They call themselves the Regular Guys. I walked back into my house and bluegrass got into my head. The year that I owned my ferret was the same year I really began to enjoy acoustic. Heck I owned a banjo back then. And the memories came back. BFE Ohio. Not the most exciting place in the world, but such a big part of my life-- where I learned to play music, where I found God again, met my first love, first pet.

Being in a job where you're always goin places is amazing. I wouldn't trade this life for anything. But you leave a little part of your heart wherever you go. Well it's been a beautiful day. I even threw some bluegrass on. Peace

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