As a preface to what I’m about to write, I declare to the Internet and to the United States of America that all actions conduced by “The Riff Raffs” are in full cooperation with federal, state, provincial, county, municipal laws and the laws of physics.
In my academic life, I would normally be very happy with 80% on any assignment or test. However, 80% of us made it across the border which is a bit of a disaster. I won’t beat around the bush – our dauntless drummer Sam was denied entry into the land of freedom. Why? Well, they thought he was planning on taking his seemingly nomadic life permanently south of the 49. They didn’t even search his bag. A border officer took about half a minute to come to that decision. It usually takes me about fifteen minutes to figure out if I want to go on a second date with someone, so I can only gather that this officer is quite the efficient lovemaker.
Next chapter, The RFs try to solve the case of the missing drummer in time for the Seattle gig in The Case of the Missing Drummer.