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I think I have posted this somewhere here before.
The abridged version.
I was a paperboy,this was 1973 or 1974. I already owned several guitars. Silvertones,Airlines,etc. A customer of mine who was from Norway or Sweden or somewhere like that was leaving the USA going home. He had been here since the end of WWII and married an American women who had just died. He was selling a ton of his stuff. He was a musician. I was hanging around him and his wife pretty often learning chords and such and his wife made a punch from apple cider that was practically a religious experience. I was collecting for the newspaper and taking his cancellation order,when he asked if I wanted to buy one of his remaining guitars. I told him the one I wanted but didn't think I could afford. Was the burst strat with rosewood board. He offered it to me at a price which made me nearly crap myself. I rushed to the the bank(a Folgers coffee can) got the money went back and bought it. It was a 1970 Stratocaster in sunburst/rswd,and he gave me a like year Fender vibrochamp. Not my first guitar but my first strat. I don't have either now,but it was the beginning of a beautiful (and at times expensive) friendship.
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