2008 was a terrific year for Guitar Dad. My son and daughter continued to develop into adorable little geniuses; my wife and I grew even closer and happier; my career was fruitful and enjoyable; and I still squeezed in plenty of guitar playing, traveling, reading, writing, running, biking and all the other minor delights that make life so rewarding.
Looking ahead, it's hard not to get excited about 2009, even in the face of gloomy, unnerving news. My only resolution for the New Year is to simply improve on what was accomplished in 2008. To take all the good things that happened, do them again and do them better. And do a bunch of cool new things, too.
By the way, thanks for visiting Guitar Dad online. Launched back in June, this website has been an enormous source of entertainment for me. I hope you'll return in 2009.
Best wishes for health and happiness in the coming year.
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