Don't you think part of the pleasure of getting older is that we enjoy the process more than the actual event? "Baby I'm built for comfort, I ain't built for speed ..."

Ahem ... getting back to the guitar string part of the program: The part that hangs me up is trying to figure out which direction to get the strings started. I have now strung the high strings wrong twice, which is why I now just try to find the likeliest looking man and ask him to trade chocolate (or beer) for stringing. I know this is ferociously dependent, but it's sort of nice not to have to do EVerything by myself ...

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