The glue didn't hold. So my old trusty Hohner guitar has been sitting idle. There is nothing sadder than a broken guitar. And this particular guitar has been a long-time companion. It's been by my side through thick and thin.
Some friends have counseled me to just "give it up." It's not a collectible. It's not a Martin or a Taylor or a Guild. I mean hell, Hohner is not famous for it's guitars, Hohner is a freaking harmonica making company!
But you know, it's been my guitar for such a long time. It would be like giving up one of my hands, or arms or legs. As they say, "sentimental value!"
So last night, I found myself in the workshop of a Master Guitar-Builder. There were saws, and lathes, and fresh slabs of wood waiting for their turn to become instruments.
And the prognosis was pretty good. The word from the Master Guitar-Builder: "It's not so bad." So it looks like no major surgery, but some fancy wood-work is in order. He's gonna sand the broken neck, re-glue it, and add some little ebony splines to reinforce it.
Then it should be good as new. At least that's the plan. We'll see.