You, your spirit and work are entirely in evidence as I enter a little deeper into the mysteries of this particular brotherhood. I am often moved to tears by what to others may seem to be small, familiar things. But it’s not the things but the generous hearts that bend the universe toward grace and I see them all around me in a few select beings. You are one.

And, I promised you a line about the Gibson repair:

I took a very well-played 1934 Gibson L-50 with a big round sound hole to Harry. The edges of the rosewood fingerboard were entirely worn down, frets shot, and the neck had long ago pitched forward enough to deform the arched top. We puzzled over it together and I left with a fairly clear notion of what was to be done and the likely outcome. But then, Harry got into the guitar neck and by a stroke of genius and open-minded experience, he did a little more to solve a problem…

To the extent that I think of guitars and gender, somewhat explicably, they have always seemed feminine to me. Immediately upon getting the guitar back, and now 8 months later, it's clear to me that I essentially gave Harry an 82 year old emphysemic grandmother and he gave me back a 40 year old jogger with nice legs. 

This guitar is ready to run the marathon. I expect it to be playing well into its next 80 years, thanks entirely to the skill, generosity and experience of Harry Becker. I am grateful. My audiences are grateful.

Much love always,   s