You were the first one I bought with my own money. Then came the Strat, the Les Paul, and the Flying V. Over time the fingers began to stiffen thanks to arthritis, and the other three were passed along to other homes. But I kept you. Until tonight, when I passed you along to a youngster in the neighborhood. I could hear and feel the music that was still inside you, and now I'm sure it will be set free and you'll be handled with care by her delicate, and skillful, fingers.