Funny, the things that stick in my head...
When touring in the Midwest, as if that flat terrain weren't foreign enough for a kid from the mountains of Southwest Virginia, the ratio of dobros to banjos threw me way off. I always wondered; how did so many of those dad-blamed hub-cap guitars wind up in the Plains?
I also remember you had a birdseye maple Spoiler,
#89S 5560, the nearest neighbor to my very first Alembic. I still keep a picture of it.
Enjoy the new homeplace.