Eight days ago, a woman broke into our old house. She came in through the unlocked (dumb) living room window. The screens on said window don’t lock, they can slide right up from either side. She came in and stole two items—my Fender Blacktop Strat, and my Martin D15M.
We filed a police report, and were told to be positively realistic. Less than a week later, the police called, stating they’d located my guitars at a pawn shop in Clarksville, IN. I was elated. I thought I’d never see them again, and here was news that they were found.
Now, the long, cold process of the law is forcing me to wait to get them back. State lines, jurisdictions, blah blah blah. I can’t wait to get the call telling me to go to Clarksville. I didn’t know how much I missed playing until these instruments were taken from me. I didn’t know how much I took our safety for granted until we were robbed.
Very thankful and fortunate. I don’t like the word ‘blessed’, but I guess some people would use it. World keeps on spinnin’.
Glad they were found, that was very lucky.
But there’s a lesson here, make sure you write your serial numbers down somewhere and take photos of your gear.
I did that a few years ago but a lot of my gear has changed since then so I’m going to do it again this evening.
I was looking at the pattern in the pickguard to see if it was the same one, and they actually look kinda close. Maybe it’s a printed pattern and they all look the same?
You know I’d watched that video loads of times and hadn’t spotted that it wasn’t an actual Fender. I’ll have to look into HS Anderson now. Thanks for the reply :)
The telecaster version of River Cuomo’s Stratocaster.