Recently, some type of Divine Presence has seen fit to award me with guitars that, quite frankly, I don’t deserve.  This particular guitar had me so enthralled, I began to feel like less of a man when I wasn’t playing it.  My fingers could not stop running up and down the fretboard, my right hand …

new baby in the family!  Late 70s japanese strat copy.  A bit dirty, but in pretty darn good shape for a 30+ year old guitar.  I’ll probably just change the nut, bridge and the pickups.  Plays great — smooth as silk and has lots of time left on the frets.  Ain’t she a beauty (and …