Oh yeah, a '50s Fender 6 string lap steel complete with tweed case, screw-in legs, and that killer pick-up. What the heck was I thinking?

Garg's story reminds me of an old upright piano that sat neglected in a barn at a Provincial Park. It looked like it must have been a wonder in its day, but was reduced to tatters. Forlorn old thing!

Peace, Mooh.