How very, very dangerous. I thought I had been quite forthcoming in my disclosure of my weakness for returning smarty-britches comments. Now, I am faced with the dilema of how to respond, since I obviously have little choice, to the brand you have added to your collection. The little red man on my shoulder says "Go ahead. Go ahead and tell him it is a nice one". Or, I could make no comment whatsoever, and leave all to assume that since it has but one neck, I felt it a poor choice. After much restraint and reflection, I have opted for this approach.

Down in this neck of the woods, my little corner of The Four, we claim little comprehension of the King of Sports, Hockey. We do, however, hold dear to the King of Redneck Sports, "Racin'". More specifically, NASCAR, wherin we are all considered active participants as long as we have worn the cap of our favorite team until the headband resembles an oval oil slick. As the sport has progressed, those in control have strived to level the playing field by enforcing the strictest of controls on the configuration of the vehicles. Otherwise, it would just be a matter of who was able to spend the most money for the best car, which would in turn make racing too much like basketball. As a result, you can usually boil down the success of any NASCAR team to two things: how well the boys behind the wall get the rig set up and the skill of the ole boy behind the wheel. All that to say this: even though you have spent a small fortune on your latest guitar, what will make the sound so sweet is your skilled set up and your masterful touch on the strings. See you in the winners circle.

Be happy and careful