I visited The City of Orphan Guitars last weekend:
A biannual music "trade fair", although there was darn little trading going on that I could see, just booth after booth of "Orphans"—guitars nobody wants anymore. There were a few good ones, however, the beige National (above) is a masterpiece of Modernist design albeit not too practical. Nobody really needs more than a couple of guitars but they do have a way of multiplying, I'm up to thirteen now, I should be a seller at the next show.
I did rescue another "orphan" a while back. I found it on eBay—just parts really—it was a wreck:
It cleaned up real pretty, I had most of the things I needed to make it playable already:
Another orphan saved; it's a good guitar, I play it often. Somewhere, rotting in a moldy basement or buried in the back of a dingy closet, are other orphans—alone, never played, their sad strings mute. Won't you find it in your heart to rescue one of these, get it fixed up, learn three chords and play a song on it once in a while?
Everybody now: Louie Louie, A A A D D Em Em D D, ad infinitum…