Well it wasn't the ugglies so much as I kept thinking, as I walked back and forth outside the shop making up mind, I kept thinking that this guy was on death row, so he did something unambiguously heinous. To someone or someone's unknown. So I could not mount an argument for the coolness of the mandolin's provenance in the face or faces of his victim(s). That really got to me. If a society of basically good people thought this guy was unfit to live among them because of his heinous actions, I wasn't going to second guess their decision and honor the mandolin.
I aggree, I fear it won't be long for the lock now.
Charley
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