Truth is, I have no where to put it and if I owned it, I'd resell it to help the neighbors get gifts for their kiddos...
Still, an old lady can dream.
And...
I always did look good in Au.
Now, that I think of it, there may be a olive colored accoustic guitar that looks like this in my closet somewhere. It was given to me by a older woman who kept her grandfather's guitar in a crawlspace in a highly variable climate (((shudder))) for a couple of decades. If I remember right, the neck is warped. I took it thinking that I could rescue the circa '60s guitar from the landfill, repair it, and give it to one of her grandchildren.
I guess I have a new project.
Anyone know a luthier looking for some dough?
Scratch that, I know a couple.
Maybe I'll call the guy who promised to make me a bass if I stayed away from the guy in the basement. Alas....I failed to meet my end of the bargain. Maybe someday, I'll get the scratch to pay him to make me a 5-string dream.
Someday....
Love ya,
S.
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