I need to find a place like this!
There was a place like that near where I lived in rural New Hampshire. They were the same way. Didn't want a lot of people knowing about them. The only way you could know they existed was through word of mouth. You had to call first (and hope someone answered the phone) to get somebody to come down and let you in (and tell you how to find the place!). I got their number from a luthier friend and bought a nice hunk of light maple that I was going to make a Rickenbacker/Jazz Bass hybrid out of, but I gave it to a friend who was a cabinet maker to cut and plane it, and I never saw either him or the wood again!
Finally escaping the People's Republic of Kalifornia!
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