Letter of the Month!
May 18, 2005
The 102nd Greatest Moment: It’s the summer of 1977. Three teenagers are in my cousin’s room. He’s slowly opening the brown cardboard box that his father just brought in. Inside, a cheap copy of a Gibson SG. A priceless moment. It was my cousin’s guitar, but I was so close to my dream: to play a real electric guitar. And I played. I’m still playing. And I still get goosebumps remembering that moment.
P.S. Some ten years later, a 103rd moment: That third teenager was drunk, sat on that guitar, and broke its neck. But, hey, that’s another story.