Many of you who know me, know that I've always wanted a mandolin. Ever since I started to play guitar, and especially since I began listening to bluegrass music, I've wanted a mandolin. Well, I've finally done it!
Since my father's passing, I've wanted to do something with some of the money that he left us that would be special, that would last, and especially, something that would keep on giving. So, I went out and finally picked up a beautiful natural-wood, solid mahogany mandolin made by Morgan Monroe. NO, I don't know how to play it. But then, I didn't know how to play guitar when I picked one up second-hand 25 years ago! Now, some people may argue that I still can't play guitar either, but I get around!
Thank you Dad for your continued generosity, even from beyond the grave. I give you my word that I'll learn this instrument to your honor. I miss you so much, and I pray that you'll be pleased with my choice of memorial.
Here are some pictures of what it looks like!
So, while I don't know how to play YET, I have something to give me hope and motivate me. Again, thank you Dad, and thank you Chris for understanding how important this was to me. I love you both, and especially you Chris. I am most blessed among men! I love you!
A musically unhinged life!
