This is human nature. We are all looking for that "ultimate" something, but for those of us fortunate enough to get it, whatever it is, we've learned that after the honeymoon period with it, it just becomes another thing cluttering our house. I mean, if owning pristine examples of vintage and iconic electric guitars was a cure-all for GAS, Joe Bonamassa wouldn't need 100+ of them and counting. So the question is, what do you do with this realization? Do you ignore it like a pesky fly and continue to flush money down the toilet anyway with full awareness of the eventual outcome? Or do you buy reasonably priced, readily available gear and actually focus on your playing rather than amassing possessions? Does the answer lie between these two extremes? I'm asking the question because I do not have the answer. Vintage guitars aren't my thing, but I experience this un-scratchable itch just like every other human being who has ever existed. This topic has been on my mind recently because my wife's grandparents died and we've all been trying to clear out their house to sell it. It is stacked to the rafters in every room with stuff that was clearly important to them but it all looks like junk to us. "You can't take it with you," as they say.