So I haven't been to church for several weeks due to my breathing issues. I left ol' Louise at church in a back room. I went there yesterday to get my guitar, and there she lay, out of the case, on top of the covered piano. "Great," I thought. Well I picked it up and it had a new safety strap button, a beautiful hand-tooled leather strap, etc. I finally ascertained it actually wasn't my guitar, but it sure had me fooled at first in the low lights. When I turned the lights up I was able to identify it as a '78 D25CH. I called one of my musicians and he said "Oh yeah, that's the guitar I inherited from my Dad."
I will try to get photos of the two D25's together.
I will try to get photos of the two D25's together.
