Jet-Black Guitars, Yellow Jeeps and Beagles
My wife and I merged our finances early, and I made the mistake of asking if she minded if I spent some of “our” money on an electric bass guitar. She made the mistake of saying no. So, I hatched a plan. I had been watching these woodworking shows on PBS and I said, “If I had the right tools I could make your mother an Adirondack chair like that one on TV.” A few years later and about $4,000 invested in woodworking tools, I made my mother-in-law her chair and myself an electric bass guitar. I also joined two guitar maker organizations. They held annual symposiums, one of which was conveniently held in Tacoma, Washington the same weekend as my cousins’ weddings in Portland, Oregon. So off I flew to Washington, rented a car, and went to both events. The next year there was a symposium in Easton, Pennsylvania. Conveniently an hour from my mother-in-law’s and her lovely Adirondack chair. In all, I made three electric bass guitars (I burned the first one). My son picked up my love for...