Picky picky picky

I have this thing about guitar picks. They're sort of a good luck symbol for me. I always carry one in my wallet. But it can't just be any pick; I can't just go out and buy one. I either have to find it somewhere, or someone has to give it to me. The first one I ever carried around like that was given to me by my cousin Mike when I was about 14. I lost it a few years ago. I've found a couple of them before, too; the one in my wallet right now is a Fender tortoise-shell pick I found on the sidewalk in New Mexico.

In any case, I found a new one today on the sidewalk outside Linden. It's a bright pink Ernie Ball pick, and I'm pretty sure it's new and someone just dropped it as they were moving in. It's going in my wallet tonight, along with the one from New Mexico. I've got a new lucky guitar pick; I'm sure it'll be a good year now.

So here's a question for the people who read this blog: do YOU have a lucky charm?