I once traded a ’62 Gibson Melody Maker guitar for a ’63 Ford Falcon station wagon.
It was one of those somewhat regrettable deals that occurred more out of the fact that I had a crush on the car’s owner. In catching up with her recently (after more than ten years), I inquired about what happened to the guitar — only to discover that she had sold it to a (now former) member of Band of Horses.
Funny what happens to the objects around us. They have a rich history, and just as often, their own secret future.
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