We racked up on stuff when J. came to Nashville. We met the band, got our ticket stubs autographed. J. personally handed me a worn pick. My friends grabbed the set list and all kinds of other silly stuff from the stage…water bottles, purple masking tape, you name it. They went a little overboard. But I was so damned happy to meet J. The pick was in my pocket for good luck while my band was recording our first CD. I’ll cherish that and the auto forever. Really made my day!