The lady folded her garments and tried to put Humpty Dumpty back together again as Dee Dee gazed back down the carousel for the next victim. We were all still trying to figure that out and really didn’t expect a breakthrough here in baggage claim at LAX. He pulled the blouse and sweater out from under his jacket and sheepishly handed them over to the lady. He didn’t seem sorry at all other than that he was caught. “Excuse me! What are you doing with my clothes?” But the middle-aged white lady now yelling in Dee Dee’s face caught his attention. There were a hundred and fifty witnesses and basic rules of civilization, and none of them seemed to mean anything to our bassist. I smiled and looked at Marion in disbelief. He slipped the items under his jacket and continued the treasure hunt. Dee Dee had excellent taste in stolen women’s clothing at the airport. He yanked it off the belt using the broken handle and began rifling through. As the bag swung around for lap two, Dee Dee positioned himself to intercept it. The handle was busted and the zipper was broken. The suitcase looked like it had taken a beating over the plains states. He edged up to the carousel and eyed a particular red American Tourister suitcase that had already circled around once, unclaimed. A situation like this one required patience, and Dee Dee didn’t have any. I knew what everyone’s stuff looked like more or less, and the Ramones’ luggage wasn’t on the first cart unloaded. We were back at Los Angeles International Airport waiting for our baggage to slide down the ramp and swing around the carousel.
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