[M]Skyripper wrote: Went to my Daughter's house tonight to feed her dogs and let them out for a bit. Walked up the stairs to the attic, to look at my last remaining guitar. Sold all the rest except to this Gibson. It was my first real guitar. Wanted to plug it in and play it so bad. Not gonna happen. Been almost a year. Looked at my fingers, and couldn't remember when they were calloused. I miss that Brothers. Should have had the surgery on the tendon, too many things took priority. I rubbed my swollen knee and thought for a minute, I would cut it off if it got me back to playing again. You don't know what you got, until it's gone.⚡️
I feel you Ripper, my poor knees are sore,pop, and crack everyday. Keep the memories close. You can be only move forward, no turning back now. Unless you are planning some kind of pact with the devil (doesn't sound like a good idea), every movie I've seen about that turns out bad. I've heard a saying that sums it up pretty good "youth is waisted on the young", truer words were never spoken.