One of my fondest childhood memories is of my father strumming his guitar and yodelling. One of my most cherished possessions is this very same guitar. Yes, I admit, I am the envy of all family members and I fear that if I should leave my home unlocked and close my eyes, certain siblings might try to pluck this from my grasp. I hope that this painting of Dad's Guitar will help the others enjoy the beauty. And no, I am not giving up the real thing. This painting is for you, Dad.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
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