My Worship Revolution

No, not Caleb.  So you can stop worrying.  My other baby…my Martin.

Ed is in my office helping me move some furniture around when he looks over at my guitar and the words come out of his mouth.  "Bobby, did you get a crack on your guitar or something?"

I respond, "No, what are you talking about?"  And then I see it.  My heart sinks.  See for yourself:

Or how about a closer look…

No clue how it happened.  And it’s bigger than it look in the picture.  It was just sitting in my office.  No fall.  As far as I know, nothing bumped it hard.  Luckily, because there really is no sign of impact, it looks like it should be mostly covered by the warranty.

It still makes me sad, though.