Dear Headless Mandolin,

[Cornbred]

       I found your head!! It was laying in the gutter outside a dive a frequent. What happened? A solo dual against some jealous banjo player? where's the rest of you? I looked for clues but was unsuccessful. Their was a creek near by, some sort of water burial maybe? I crawled down the rocks and hiked downstream, under a bridge....nothing. If this is how you ended up how did your former owner fair? Hope their ok, mandolin players are hard to find around here. Hope your not some headless ghost haunting bluegrass bands and drifting aimlessly never to rest until you are hole again!

       Anyway what's left of you is in good hands. maybe ill make a shiny new mandolin, or what once was one could become two instruments!! Probably the latter of the two cause its hard squeezing my fat fingers between those little frets. There's some rusty bits but I think it'll clean up just fine. I know ill smile every time I play said instrument and your story will not be forgotten.  RIP

 

          sincerely,

                          Cornbred

[the anonymous pick]

uke-y  hollow    ;-)

[Uncle John]

Sounds like a Halloween song. 

[Bad Finger (Eric)]

Now you just need to write this in song!