I had always wanted to play guitar since 8 Feb. 1964, but didn't get the chance until my Dad bought me my first guitar when I was 11. It was awful, very high action, the steel strings broke every time I tried to tune it, and it wouldnt stay in tune anyway. The name on the headstock was Lori (name of my later ex-wife too, I must have a problem with Loris). Anyway, I had earlier tried my older sister's guitar, which was a classical, and no way could I fret it - too wide. But I borrowed her lesson book ( I think the guy's name was Hy White) and taught myself chords, G7, C, D. And the rest, as they say, is a hangover fuzzy memory.