come to those who wait ... even the ones who wait impatiently.
Like yours truly.
My present was delayed by a couple of days, due to having been ordered at the last minute. Long story, that, and perhaps grist for the blog mill at some other time.
Most of y'all know that I'm a musician, principally a guitarist, although there are other instruments out of which I can coax a tune. But I digress.
I got my first guitar in 1969, during the summer between 8th and 9th grade. It was a catalog order from Montgomery Ward*, and cost a whole $35. An arch-top, F-hole acoustic jazz guitar. But we didn't have much in those days, and that represented all I had - and felt like a LOT, at the time.
It didn't take me long to aspire to copy the rock songs of the era, of course. But I listened, open-mouthed in astonishment, to artists like Eric Clapton and Jimmy Page. So I practiced, and learned, and got faster/smoother/better.
And I figured out soon enough that part of the trick was to have a decent electric guitar. The two which most can immediately recognize are the Fender Stratocaster, and the Gibson Les Paul.
I first got my hands on a Les Paul in 1978, when I was hired to manage a small music store while in college, post-Navy.
It was the most wonderful instrument I'd ever played. Smooth when needed, crisp/rough/snarling when needed, and such a rich sound ... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
But while I saved desperately to buy it, it was sold to another. I was very disappointed.
In the intervening years, I've never stopped longing for one ... but there's always been something else that my family needed more. We've bought more expensive things, but dropping a chunk of greenbacks on an expensive guitar was always for "someday."
But this year, with the girls moved out and their household established, I decided it was time and asked for only one thing for Christmas.
So without further ado, I present:
It's not the most expensive model they sell (some of those go for the price of a used car!), but it's a gen-u-wine, honest-to-gosh Les Paul. It sounds wonderful ...
And it's mine. :)
I'm a very blessed man.
* A blast from the past, for you younger readers.