My dad passed away four years ago, but not a day passes that I don't think of him. He wasn't particularly musical himself, but music was very important to him.... He and Mom made sure all of us kids had piano lessons, band instruments, and later I took up guitar. He bought this old guitar back in about 1929 from the Sears catalog for $3. Used to take it with him herding cows (they didn't have fences in North Dakota back then). I remember growing up, taking it out of the closet and pretending to play it. By the time I got it several years ago it had nearly caved in on itself, and was literally in pieces. I rebuilt it, and still remember the look on Dad's face when I showed it to him.
So here's to you Dad!
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