Speaking of a guitar ...
I pulled out my dad's Gibson guitar from the closet, last night. I so rarely do, these days, but I really should hack on it, more. I had to do some cleaning after a funeral, ya know. (I went through my "spare stuff" closet and threw out buttloads of things - no relation to reality as far as I know)
I was amazed to find that, even after almost five months of neglect (I put it away after summer was winding down), it was almost perfectly IN TUNE, still!!
I have a special love for quality things that have been with me since the begining. His guitar (MINE, NOW!!) is six years older than I am.