White Lightning
We were on our way to Oklahoma from around the edge of Missouri. I was in luck because Oklahoma was just where I was headed. About 30 minutes down the road Nick asked me if I played any instruments.
“Yeah,â? I said. “Guitar, Keyboard, Drums, and the Saxophone. But I kinda suck at the Saxophone.â?
“Wow.â? Kevin said, impressed.
“Play for us, Wes!â? Joe suggested.
“Yeah!” Nick agreed
“Um, I don’t have my guitar…â? I said, quickly thinking up an excuse.
“Yes you do!â? Nick said getting up and heading towards the back of the R.V.
He came back a moment later with my guitar case. “Moe brought it in with the rest of your stuff.â? He explained.
I took it out of the case and ran a hand fondly over the strings. The guitar was white with a blue lightning bolt on it. I’m so proud of it.
“It’s beautiful.â? Kevin said appreciatively. “Does it have a name?â?
I nodded. “White Lightning.â?