Sorry, Catspaw. You waited too long to take me up on my offer. A couple of strange-looking characters came through here on their way, I think, to Maine (or was it Montana?), and traded me a fine big fruit jar full of a delightful, if potent, substance they called "extract of corn puree" for that Larrivee sound hole. When last seen, they were wandering off toward the village, arguing about the best way to get it strung up.

I do, however, have an old Contreras sound hole, if you can accept nylon strings... Woody never strummed this one, but Lisa Null did.

Sandy