I spent my first European tour expecting a call any minute that my dad had died and I'd have to head back home right in the middle of everything. He was almost gone before I left, but he managed to hang in there until a few weeks after I got back. This was a man who had criss-crossed the US doing thousands of gigs for decades. But In our very last conversation before I left, he said, "You're gonna tour Europe? Man, that's something I always wished I'd been able to do."
Based on notes and a receipt I found in the case, I found out that it was sometime In the late 70's that he acquired a gorgeous 1953 Vega arch-top guitar that he adored. I had it restored (mostly) last year. So I brought it along this time.. Well, whaddya think of Europe so far, Dad?