So, this thing has a big emotional connection.
My boys are 29 & 28. They were in a high school band and good friends with an adopted boy who went through some very tough times over the past 10-12 years. Both his older adoptive brothers died young of cancer, then both of his adoptive parents passed too. He inherited the modest family home, and my 28 year old has rented there the last 2 years.
We were close with this boy, considered him like a 4th child of our own, and he always knew he was welcome in our home any time no question.
I was aware of the pedal years ago, and had made a gentle inquiry as to it’s availability probably 8-9 years ago, not realizing it had been his brother’s and was an important item personally. I never pursued it again, except at that time saying if he ever decided to move it along - he quit playing electric years ago now - please see me first.
My son’s taking up bass (he’s a premier in demand locally drummer) and wanted to try some stuff through my rig a while back, and pulled this pedal out of a bag. We gave it a run and it sounded every bit as BIG AND ANGRY as I expected.
I guess he made some sort of deal, and it was given to me today for Christmas. I reached out to the the (man now, I still think of him as one of my boys) and let him know how much I appreciated him letting it go, and that I’d own it forever and he can always and any time have it back for the asking. A special gift indeed.