I don't remember the venue before Boston, but we arrived at the Shubert Theatre on the scheduled date and settled in on the gig. Having the Ford Fairlane, I opted to find a less expensive motel in the suburbs of South Boston and drove in to the theatre. On day three (I believe it was), I called Don Tirabassi and told him I was down with the flu and was as weak as a kitten. I told him to either call the Union or the Berkeley College of Music for a sub and get the rest of them plus the sub to show up an hour early to run through the music. Now I'm not sure if I was off for one night or two, but when I returned (still feeling like death) I could not find my bass guitar by the Peavey Amp. I asked Jethro if he'd put it in the Green Room and he said "No." I looked in the Green Rook and all around the stage, but the Fender Jazz Bass (in new condition) was gone; so too were a bunch of musical arrangements for a trio that were in the case. I asked Don Tirabassi to call the police dept. and they showed up. Jethro said the sub had not taken it, but the police said that the theatre security had failed to check both the mens and ladies toilets after the show.
I sat through the show without playing and asked Don for the money to replace the instrument as I intended to drive to New York at the end of the show and buy a new Fender in Manny's Music Store in Manhattan. Don, whose wife had come up from New York for the week, asked me if he and his wife could come with me, and that I could sleep on their couch when we arrived. I didn't know Boston at all, but I knew New York because I'd been based at Pier 92 on the Queen Elizabeth for 6 months cruising the Caribbean and the Mediterranean, and I knew the guys at Manny's (a great bunch of people). The drive to New York was arduous because of a winter snow storm, but everything ended well and we returned to Boston the next day without mishap.