1.5 hrs to meet a Tb'er for a sale is about the median drive. guess he didn't really want to sell. meh.
ok, got over the sneeze attack, am responding to a pm from a local tb'er now booking gigs at a local place, I told him to hook me up and i would go for it in Jan. i have more than enough guys to make it work. hope it comes through. I have 2 x as many acts as he needs for one night, we could make it a locals FD/EMT benny and get all 5 acts for 45 mins each with multiple crossovers.
While i was gone, i hung an antique clock I own on the wall. clock has an interesting place in my life.
when I was about 10, i spotted this clock on my parents wall. i said to my mom, that when she died, i wanted it. She was 38 at the time, she said "ok, I will put your name on the back of it."
Some years later, things changed and it was given to me. It's about 3 feet high and a foot wide, maybe 12" deep. I have dragged it around for years, and it's in my home now. last year, floods were here and i had it on the floor waiting to get hung, "that project you mean to do", but don't - as everyone else somehow has some frikken priority they need that they cant do.
So a few mins ago, I cleaned it, mold and dust gone. I found the right wall hanger and Thor Wallbanger got a 'w t f you banging down there.."
It's up on the wall and ticking.
Inside the clock is a small statue, a little boy in his clogs and tiny hat, blowing on his little soprano horn. I remember when I was 10 I scarfed it from mom and put in the clock. She left it there and it's still there.
It is only about three inches high, but i have a lot of ideas about it, it says so much. it is the young musician, learning. it is the older musician, playing despite not being listened to. it is the old musician, who plays because he has the love. it is a good little statue.
Mom died 7 years ago, but i got the clock in 77. I have cherished it since. Anyway, just an interlude, got something done. Hit me in the head, in a nice way.
I said in another thread, i think to general electric, but i will say it here once more.
My mom used to call every Sunday around 10. when I was young, i was sleeping and tired, but i took the call as she needed it. When I got older, the phone would ring but i was happy not because she needed it but i needed it. One day about 2004, the phone stopped ringing. Mom passed that year.
I told my daughter and son this story and how i felt about it. I am not sure they get it yet.
I still wish the phone would ring every Sunday at 10.
