I was registering voters and heard a sad story. A street busker told me somebody broke into his apartment and ripped him off of everything, including his main acoustic guitar. I had already noticed he was strumming the worst looking acoustic guitar I had ever gazed upon. It had five strings because one of the pegs was mixing, the bridge was floating in the worst way, and the nut was a notched piece of scrap. It sounded horrible too.
I decided I would go home and fetch my Yamaha acoustic and give it to him. I did so. He was blown away at this gift from, I’d like to think, the baby boomer generation.