Finding the connection

My husband—that’s him, the cute one on the right—is a music guy. He writes some and sings a lot. He plays the guitar on a daily basis and has for all the years I’ve known him. Just as I salivate over new laptops and sewing machines, he can stand and look at a new guitar long enough to memorize the grain in the wood before picking it up and playing it. When he finds one with a good tone and a neck that feels good under his fingers, I may as well go shopping elsewhere and come back later to pic...