I don't remember whether we were in Houston or San Antonio, but there was some guy who didn't know who Joe and I were. Marshall was the road and stage manager, but this guy had some authority and he tried to run us off. Mother Maybell Carter told him to leave us alone. "These boys are with us", she said.
Before the show in Houston Joe and I went up to Marshall's room and we talked for awhile. We rode down to the show on the bus and after the show, Marshall and Joe went through the back of the building to get the bus. They left several guitars and Marshall's bass out on the street at the side of the building and everyone went back in to get on the bus. They left me alone, at night, downtown Houston to watch over the instruments. It seemed like forever before that bus showed up. These days, my throat would have been slit before that side door slammed shut.
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