The Michael Paz that I've heard about on the list recently
certainly isn't the same Michael Paz that I met on a recent trip
to Louisiana. There must be *two* Pazezes (what *is* the correct
plural, anyhow?)! The Michael Paz that *I* met invited me, a
lurker to a list that he is a vital member of, yep, really a
complete stranger, and Gisele (boy, talk about stranger!!) into
his home. And once we were there, he generously taught Gisele
about his VG-8, spending hours with her, letting her play his
guitar and giving her advice. Then, as though we hadn't already
destroyed his Sunday afternoon, the Michael Paz *I* met packed up
his son and accompanied Gisele and I to several guitar shops as
we experimented with the VG-88. And still, he was right there,
generously offering advice and free guitar strings and amazing
Paz-only discounts and martinis with limes (??) and everything
else we needed and wanted.
The Paz *I* met was generous with his time and was open-minded
and completely open-handed and dear.
I can't imagine him to be the close-minded monster-with-an-agenda
that I've been hearing about.
Cindy
