This guitar, signed by thirty some-odd Country artists, was donated to my organization and we have spent at least three years trying to figure out how best to use it. In the meantime, it's been in my office and we have been cohabiting. I've developed quite a kinship with it, even referring to it as "my guitar" much of the time. So when we finally sold it at a charity event this month and the very excited person who won it walked away hugging it, I cried a silent tear of remorse. Goodbye my love. Enjoy your new home. She'll never treat you as well as I did.