Hello all. It wrenches my heart that I am in a place in life where I am even having to consider letting go of my father's treasured instrument but I truly believe with pure intent that there are times sacrifices have to be made for the greater good of others. I have unfortunately found myself in a dire financial bind and the alternatives for other options is lacking and time is of essence. I have a story behind the circumstances but I don't neccessarily feel this is the forum to share...not yet anyway. You are welcome to view my Facebook page & nose around if you wish @ Gwen Boles. Having said all of this, let me tell you about what I have. First of all, this was my father's guitar. The 1st one he ever bought & it was a prized possession of his. I was 12 years old. Now let me tell you that my father was not a professional musician. The closest thing he ever got to being a professional in that regard was being the dj at the local skating rink in his teens. He was the epitamy of a 70's rock kinda guy. (The reason my love for 70's rock is instilled today) Moving along he had all of these little hobbies on the side that kept his spirit alive. Restoring muscle cars and picking a tune were the two that made his soul smile. He was completely self taught one bloody finger at a time. I only heard over the course of my days under the same roof maybe a total of 8 songs he ever fully learned to play and every single chord his shoulder would move to the beat. Having said that, I am truthful in telling you this guitar has rarely been played. Shortly after he purchased it, he purchased an acoustic guitar and the Jackson became show & tell. He was so proud of it showing every person who visited our home. no one was allowed to touch it, let alone myself (he was the same way with his restored cars...do not touch). My father lost his battle with renal failure 11/21/2011. He was 57 years old and died waiting on a kidney transplant. The day they took him off the transplant list because his health had deteriorated to where he was no longer eligible to receive one, his inner light turned off as well. The only times a glimmer would sparkle were on the days he had enough strength to pick his own tune. I now have all three of his guitars (he'd later purchased another acoustic). Two of those my teenagers have learned to play on as the Jackson has remained untouched. This time of year always puts me in a sentimental place and a few weeks ago I found myself dragging out the Jackson just to feel close to him. I had prayed for an answer to my financial troubles and when I opened the case I realized this could be it. All other times I'd opened the case I'd never really paid attention to the compartments within the case possibly because even at 39 years old I still feel like Id get in trouble if I touched anything. I smiled as I felt my daddy smiling upon me. Every original receipt, price tag, strings, picks, & paperwork that had anything to do with this guitar from day one is there. The Jackson warranty card, the custom order ticket, the assembly inspection ticket from the factory, etc. Serial # J4077. The factory inspection date is 01/04/1988 with purchase date Christmas 1988. It is in a Jackson hard case with lock and original keys. I know I have rambled so ridiculously much I may not have kept anyone's attention, but if I have I ask you to please help me determine a monetary value that would honor both my father & the sacrifices being made yet without the assumption I believe its worth millions nor that I would be taken advantage of. I have lots of pictures if I can just figure out how to upload. ----With sincere appreciation