Well Sorchieluv,

this story is not in the same price range as yours. But I had this Yamaha guitar which I bought in 1979 in Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia. It wasn't great but they didn't have much choice. His name is Fred.

Well, when I married Tree (Theresa), I inherited a couple of teenagers. So Fred stayed around. I refused to put him in has case and he made his home on the sofa. Of course the kids brought their friends around, and in a couple of years or more Fred had raised a whole village of teenagers. He got a bit banged around in the process but is still playable.

Just today we visited number one son, Chad, and he played me a couple of new songs that he had written.

So Fred was worth every penny (dinar) I paid for him.