| Born in 1948, I grew up in the 60's in the folk area, which I still love. A couple of years ago, due to spine surgery with an unpromised outcome, I decided that if I made it through the surgery, I'd buy a guitar and learn to play it. There's nothing like facing your own mortality to help you realize that life truly is short and there is no time like the present. Cliche, I know, but so very true. So far... I still stink. Now I have 9 guitars that I really can't play. Time to move forward - and stink no more. ? |