Yesterday, the janitor in this Senior Center where I am now living brought in a guitar for me to see. He had discovered it in its soft case in a dumpster. It's a wonder that something wasn't thrown in on top of it.

The guitar is a Yamaha FG410EA, built according to its numbers in 1992, in good shape. It has all its parts including the wiring for electric.

Two of its strings were broken- and for some reason they were pretty badly rusted.

I brought it home, put new strings on it, tuned it and played a few tunes. The tone is bright but rather shallow; I don't think it's a guitar I would get for myself.

But Arthur is pleased as punch with it. He has never played an instrument but has always wanted to, he says. He thinks "the Lord" is telling him to get busy.

I made a chords chart for him of just the easiest, most common keys: A, C, D and G.

When I delivered it to him today, the in-house care facilitator immediately offered to buy it from him. Arthur says he isn't getting rid of it any time soon.