’58 Gibson LG-0   At first I didn’t love it — my guitar. No strings or hardware, just the neck and box, mahogany, sanded and dusty, varnish   not yet applied. I could barely hide my disappointment. What kind of rock star would ever . . . ? My buddy took me aside,   whispered, Just buy it, it’s old, it has moxie, you’ll see. Turns out, he was a good guide — that crusty old guitar knew how to talk.     © Michael Fleming Dummerston, Vermont July 2025