In San Francisco, where I was a freshmen at San Fransisco State U living at my Aunt's house on Broad St in 83, there uses to be a Guitar Centers downtown off 5th and Mission.
Anyway, I always wanted an Alembic but there was no way in hell, I would never think I would just see one hanging up in the show-room there. So, just going in to buy some strings for my Ibanez 79 Roadstar Black Bass which was a very funky bass (I still have this bass too.) and BAM! It hit me just like that!
The Alembic poison got me.
It cost me a pretty penny, but GC had a lay-away program.
Man, every pay day, it would be a joy heading to GC... It was pure joy in my heart, to pay down on on my Alembic. It took me a college whole semester to finish paying for it; and on that wonderful, faithful, glorious day of my last payment, it would be mine, to take home.
I was the most happiest person on earth. I felt the Angele of justice and fairness (if only for a moment)... I will never forget it either.
Now I could relate, when my Father paid for his first White on White Cadillac back in 72.
Man if I want my father to smile in his old age, all I have to do is mention his 72, and the whole visit would be right for the angel's in heaven.