I've finally found a little time and motivation intersecting in the same Venn diagram simultaneously and at once, and at the same time altogether to allow me to hang a couple of instruments.
A few more to go!
I am reclaiming my space.
That dobro did once hang more or less in that spot many years ago but was gone for a time.
It happened like this.
About five or more years back, herself needed some dental work and we were pretty short of money. I took the dobro off the wall (and a Gibson ES-165) down to the local music store to sell them for quick cash.
I had bought these instruments decades ago when they were fairly new.
The music store was interested at once! They took my instruments in back and were gone with them for an uncomfortable amount of time.
I wasn't troubled by it. I knew that if some rando turns up in their store with instruments, that they'd run the serial numbers on them through the local police to make sure they were not stolen. Probably were running my name as well.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that's what they did.
Anyway, they came back with money that was of course less than I knew the instruments to be worth, but I didn't have the time to sell them privately and get top dollar.
Never the less, I was happy for the money and went home to tell herself tl schedule a dental appointment.
The next evening, a bit after sundown, herself stepped outside to retrieve a food delivery and came back in with a guitar case.
"What's this?" She asked.
"It must be that beater acoustic I lent to my nephew Ray a few months back. Guess he returned it, and with a case no less!
When I opened the case, inside was the dobro.
As it turned out, an old high school friend - whom I hadn't even seen in over twenty years - was a cop on the local police force, and the music store's inquiry about my instruments came across his desk.
He cleared my credentials with them, of course, but steeped in the fond memories of us hanging out, playing music, good times, and the instruments, I owned back in the day, he raced to the music store as soon as he could get away to buy the instruments.
The Gibson ES-165 had already sold by then, I am sorry to say, but he bought my dobro, and left it by my front door as a gift returned to me with a kind note.
The instrument might not be magic.
A sincere friendly gesture spanning decades of time is.
This instrument will NEVER leave me now!
There's a story with the huge tree photo too, and the banjo, but neither are nearly as interesting 😆
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