It's a strange dichotomy, isn't it? On one hand it's a great joy to hold a new instrument and marvel at the craftsmanship and skill it takes to turn a tree into something so wonderful. You want it to be perfect forever and keep it in the case like something locked in a curio cabinet.
On the other, when we hold a 50 year old instrument that's been played hard, the dings and scratches only add to the appeal.
Solution: play the hell out of it and pass it onto the grandkids.
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