In October 2009, my sons went away on their annual Stockade ("Christian boy scouts") weekend.
I pulled a band together to lead worship, but I couldn't get there until Saturday afternoon so another dad (who had to be home by Saturday night) played guitar on Friday night. Instead of me dragging up my gear, we decided that I would just use his stuff since it would be there and set up.
Included in "his stuff" was his son's red Squire slimline Telecaster. I fell in love. It was 100% stock, it was missing the tone knob, and the pickup selector had to be jiggled to get sound to come out whenever I switched pickups, but that thing had the magic and it just sang in my hands.
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