I got this guitar when I was 15 years old. I had just started high school, and one of the courses I'd signed up for was Beginning Guitar. Of course, I had no guitar, so my neighbor, Tom, picked this one up for me at a flea market for $15.
It's covered in dust because I haven't played it in years. My playing slowed due to carpal tunnel syndrome, then pretty much died when I had to donate a string to a friend's guitar after I'd broken one of hers.
I'll probably never play it, again, other than to pluck a string now and then. But the guitar will always mean something to me because of how I came by it, and as a memory of Tom.












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