When I was about 6 years old, I discovered a guitar in the upstairs closet. It was my dad's, although I never did see him play it. It took a few years, but at last he let me use it to learn to play the guitar. I tried and tried but could not get anything happening. The palm trees on the sound board should have given me a clue. Yep! It was an Hawaiian guitar with the action about 1/2" or so. Later on after I got my martin D-18 I gave it to my nephew who said that he would convert it to a normal guitar. It got burned up in a fire when the kid was playing with matches. Today that kid can play like you wouldn't believe and he makes his living at it. I still love to kid him about the time he burned his grandfather's guitar.