“I got you this at a yard sale for two dollars.”
My father hands me a banjolele. He also got me an accordion (somebody teach me to play!) in the past year. I already own a guitar…
My mother’s words regarding my instrument collection, “Well, at least if you become homeless you can put on an interesting one-woman band act and you’ll be able to entertain company beneath the freeway underpass.”
Parents are amazing.
