Sure hate to hear about things like this.
Years ago when I was touring, I was coming back to my (then) home base of Chicago from a tour of the east coast. My parents lived in northern Indiana at the time, so thought I’d spend some time with them and scheduled a stopover, flying into the nearest airport at South Bend. Back then, the South Bend airport was a very small operation with an antiquated baggage recovery system where the conveyor passed bagged through the actual front lobby where anyone could access it. I was traveling with three guitars, all in humidity-controlled anvil cases, along with one suitcase. All baggage was locked, and my last name was stencil-painted on the black guitar cases. My next gig was back in Chicago with my long-time friend, John Prine.
I made it to South Bend but none of my baggage showed up. I waited for a couple hours to see if it may arrive on another flight, but nothing. I reported it and was told as soon as my items showed up, they’d call me. So I caught a cab to my parent’s place and waited. I received a call that evening that the baggage had arrived and was in a protected holding area. So I drove back to the airport and to my astonishment, all was there EXCEPT my prized 1970 Guild Paul Simon F-30R. There were only 100 made and I had the 68th one that I’d purchased at the Chicago Guitar Gallery in 1970. What a wonderful instrument and my main stage guitar!
I was grief-stricken. I went back to my parent’s place and had a few beers. The next morning I received an anonymous phone call from a guy who said, “I feel horrible about this, but I have your Guild guitar and I promise it’ll be returned by cab.” Inside the case, I had a list of contacts including my home phone in Chicago, and he said he’d called my home number and after learning about the situation, one of my roommates gave him my parent’s number, knowing I was there. My case was full of legal contracts, including the upcoming gig with John Prine. On the phone, the thief said he was a huge John Prine fan and after seeing the contract and my performance schedule indicating I’d be with John in a few days, he wanted to return my guitar. Naturally, he wouldn’t give his name and was most likely calling from a payphone (there was no caller ID back then).
To my amazement, a cab pulled up with my Guild & case on the back seat. Good Lord…the cabbie could have easily ripped it off. I can’t believe how fortunate I was. When flying, I always detune the strings and it was tuned up, so the thief obviously had a good time playing it. I had to have the lock replaced on the case but other than that, no damage. I used the Guild for the Prine gig and had a great story to tell. I still have the Guild and though I no longer use it, I’d never part with it.
I can only hope Seamus will be as fortunate and have his prized low D miraculously show up.