Rad! I wish I could have gotten drunk with Lemmy.
Here’s my Lemmy story for the day . . .
GUNNAR MEETS LEMMY:
After coming back on a long flight from London on Virgin Atlantic, I made it through immigration and was sitting on a bench in front of the luggage carousel. Watching the conveyer belt get more and more empty with each pass, and no sign of my bag, I looked around the area.
Coming down from the left, heading towards me, was a man in black. He had cowboy boots. He had a Civil War style cowboy hat. He had a nice fitted western shirt with some flair near the shoulders. And he had chops and a mustache, cut too look like Lemmy’s.
“Good grief,” I thought, “Check out this poser aping Lemmy’s style.”
A few steps closer, and I thought, “Damn if he doesn’t have it down to the detail, though. Wait . . . even the wart? Oh, shit . . .”
I quickly stood up at attention, feeling like a soldier caught off guard when the General comes by for inspection, and put my hand out to shake his. “Lemmy, Sir. It is an honor to see you here. I don’t want to bother you. But, let me just say thank you for all your great tunes, and all the good shows you’ve given us.”
He replied gruffly but quietly, shaking my hand, “Right, thank you very much.” Then, looking back at the carousel, “So, where’s my fucking luggage?”
“Don’t worry, Lemmy. I’ll take care of it.” And I escorted Lemmy around to the service desk where a nice British lady asked if she could help me.
“Yes, please,” I replied, “Lemmy needs his luggage and it is not on the carousel.” She piped up right away. “Oh, yes, Mr. Lemmy. Of course. We have set your luggage right here and were waiting for you.”
“Good,” I replied. “Thank you so much. Lemmy, Everything is in order! This kind lady has your luggage for you.” He thanked us both and proceeded to take his cart off toward the exit line.
“And . . . how about Gunnar’s luggage?” I continued, “Is that anywhere back there?”
“Sorry, Gunnar. Yours did not make the connection. We’ll have it shipped to you.”
I promptly got back in line so I could wish Lemmy a good day and go off to meet my wife who was waiting to pick me up.