Thank you for taking care of my mother. All of us, your inherited kids, dare not fill the space of your absence. We will suffer until we don’t. I will miss you old man and have gratitude for all that you have shared and trusted me with….always. Love you John.
The fruits of my labor…and I couldn’t be more proud. For the past two years or so, i have been learning and working, failing and succeeding. I built both of these guitars. They are tributes to what i may have wanted and what i once had. Come on over and lets jam.
