Mr. Umbrella gave out after ten days of valiant battle with the rain. He has been around since my freshman year!
Kyle and I uniting our efforts to not die from laughter as a class full of underclassmen English majors were confounded by a very simple, very famous poppy analogy (arguably conceit) in a Rosenberg poem.
PTSD having something to do with these poppies.
These poppies sounding like ‘les fleurs du mal’ at the hands of the struggling dilettantes.
The poppies becoming vampires at the hands of the struggling dilettantes.
PSA: Always get work by a mid-level luthier checked by the real thing
They screw stuff up. I would not recommend any important work to be done at Ronald Sachs in the Atlanta area. Not that this matters, but maybe someone will google and know that they caused damage to my instrument and were not aware, or worse, decided to not inform me of the fact. Don’t get a bridge from them. Don’t let them touch your soundpost. Buy strings or whatever, but don’t let them do actual work to a valuable instrument.