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Two nights ago, after Andy’s car broke down and eating our fill of Fuddrucker burgers, we went to the local shops to have a looksee around.

We ended up running into a Seattle friend of mine, nicknamed “Kornbread,” who apparently had also moved to Tennessee and started working at the Guitar Center there.

It was a truly Twilight Zone moment. Doo-do doo-do doo-do doo-do…