Yeah, and to think I got my beauty (a late 73 or 1974, I guess) for the trade-in of an old Orlando folk guitar and the princely sum of $400 (on installments, even). I did know the shop owner, though not well, and he did me the inestimable favor of talking me out of a Gibson B25 I was a bit enamored of in favor of the Guild. I can never thank him enough. Those were the (so long ago) days. I remember bringing it home and my (now ex) wife just said, "It's red!" I never could stand her, after that. Ended up replacing her with a much more musical female. Vastly superior. Anyway, my D25 is not for sale.