I haven’t posted here in years, might be years before I post again. I know I am one of many here who grew up in a musical family, and was blessed to carry on playing into my generation and pass it on to the generation after. I am also one of many here playing an instrument that was played by a parent, I grew up listening to my dad playing his guitar, and it is the most important physical connection I have to him as he’s passed on almost 3 years ago. When I see it, I think of him, when I smell it, I can feel him beside me playing and laughing, and when I play it, I can feel the grooves on the fretboard that he wore down, I can see and feel the scratches and know he put them there. Even now it brings tears to my eyes, they are both happy and sad tears. I am almost 60, and so is my Dads guitar. Miss you, Dad, and thanks for everything, I’ll play a tune for you today.