I
loved playing that guitar, but nylon string was the
wrong instrument for the songs I wanted to play, and
I never progressed far enough to perform in
public. But I took that guitar everywhere,
played it a lot for my own enjoyment and for friends
and family, and beat it into the ground. Ten
years later, it was in bad shape. So I decided
to overhaul it. I stripped it to the bare
wood, repaired the hole that was in the side, filed
down the frets, moved the bridge to fix its
intonation problem, stained the back a pretty
reddish color, coated it with urethane, and
installed new tuners. I even stained my name
into the headstock. I still own this guitar,
but it almost never gets played anymore.