Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.
A friend gave me a Washburn acoustic when I was a senior in high school. When he had received it from a student, it was damaged. The headstock had been all but broken off. He repaired it with a ton of wood glue and a huge bolt that went all the way through. He then decorated the neck with some gold colored vine stickers that went all the way up and down. He topped it off with a big gold color flower at the top. He did it to make it look nice. He didn’t want it, so he gave it to me as a gift. It had a nice dark almost cherry red…maybe more of a wine red finish to it. It played really nicely. I kept it for a few years. I had to repair another guitar at one point and the Washburn had a few things that I needed, so it was eventually parted out and scrapped. Her name was Rosey. She was very good to me while I had her.