Long Live Dub

Dub watched him long enough to make sure he’d go, then retrieved his Henry rifle from the jail. The stock fit smoothly into his palm and he tested its weight. He only carried it now when he began to miss the feel of it, but there was a time he’d carried it everywhere he went--back in the early days with Brody, when they were targets for every hardcase with something to prove. The bark of that old Henry was the last sound many of those men ever heard. Dub checked the load, closed the jailhouse door, and stepped out into the night air. That is an excerpt from my book. As many of you know, I published a western entitled, 'SARAGOSA'. In it there is a character named DUB RALSTON, who it appears is the favorite among all who read the book. My own mother berated me for the trials DUB goes through within the pages. It is no surprise to me he is so popular because DUB was based on my friend Erv Tibbs, who is one hell of a nice guy. It is rare to find a man with such integrity and pure honesty. You either love him or hate him, but you can see your true self reflected in his eyes. He is not only one hell of a writer, and if you have read his book 'SUNSET TOMORROW' you know he is a masterful storyteller, but he is an accomplisehed woodworker who has been quietly making some of the best custom guitars in Southern California. I asked him, this man who inspired me to write about DUB, to build me a guitar commemorating his alter ego. I present to you DUB: The Guitar: end