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Thunderbird Club

Glad you’re still alive. They’d dispatch the hazmat unit to that house today...
There were a lot of random toxins in the wild in the '60s and '70s. Kids will grow up less polluted and probably smarter than we did. Good thing, too. They have some messes to work on.
 
Our church cancelled services until April. So we are apostate for a little while, I suppose. Does that mean Lent is cancelled, too? Hmmmm... We went to out favorite neighborhood restaurant on Friday, and will probably be there more than usual until this is over to support them how we can. A friend at the gym says the gym is the only place she has been, besides home, for the last two weeks. She says she is going a bit stir crazy. This will pass in time. The main thing is to be as safe as possible, but to stay sane and support each other as well.
I played bass at the church I’m helping until they find someone f/t, then ran by ours for hugs and a post-service meal/auction. Both are playing it by ear. Attendance was down at both, but at least part of that is spring break. Next week could be online services.
 
Interesting TBird-involved family moment yesterday.
Went over to visit my youngest brother and brought some gear over. My bro is a happy father of 2 boys (9 and 11), who have some musical inclination. He bought them a cheap small used drum kit after xmas and the eldest is showing more than a passing interest. Father and son have been rehearsing Keep your hands to yourself for a while and I added TBird-fueled bottom-end to it yesterday. The kid was playing with a bass player for the 1st time and really liked the sound and looks of it. We explained to him that tons of bands work this way: guitar, bass and drums only so he felt he was part of something. His father (my bro) plays guitar and sings and fronted an alt-metal band in the 90s, did a couple of CDs and a few memorable shows, including one opening for a then-well known Quebec act in front of 800 enthousiasts (my other brother, who used to be a drummer before arthritis came in and I were part of the security crew that night). He's a hell of frontman, real good at interacting with a crowd. He put music aside in 2008 (except for a reunion gig 4 years ago), but is slowly getting back into it by setting himself up with a home studio and hoping the 2 boys get hooked (and it's ok if they don't). The eldest obviously is and will get drumming lessons starting next month.

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Thunderbirds bring families together! Yet another benefit.

Good story!
 
I’m glad it’s going well for you guys there. Here near “ground zero” we’ve had a record 50+ restaurants close over the last week and a half and most of those have shut the doors for good. They anticipate many more closing and the number of “out of business” signs harkens back to 2008. I work in the restaurant design field and I personally know a lot of these operators. We are easily pushing 100,000 people who have now lost their job. I’m literally concerned about holding on to my house we just purchased less than a year ago. It took me 12 years to recover from the last financial storm. We lost our house, our family business and every drop of savings we had. Here I am staring face to face with what feels like the same monster.
Not liking any of that. Hang in there and don't let go. Hopefully you won't have to do it again, but you now know you can if you have to. Hopefully not though.
 
On a more positive note, finally found time to lay this thing on the work bench and fix the horrible Denver setup (it was a mile high.....see what I did there).
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There were a lot of random toxins in the wild in the '60s and '70s. Kids will grow up less polluted and probably smarter than we did. Good thing, too. They have some messes to work on.
Every kid on my block would get on their bike and ride behind the DDT mosquito fogger truck as our parents watched laughing and huffing on their unfiltered Camels while downing dry martinis by the pitcher. Oil changes were done dirt cheap.
 
Every kid on my block would get on their bike and ride behind the DDT mosquito fogger truck as our parents watched laughing and huffing on their unfiltered Camels while downing dry martinis by the pitcher. Oil changes were done dirt cheap.
Well the oil came out of the ground didn’t it?
Remember sliding across the vinyl seat on corners while breathing in the secondhand tobacco smoke?
 
Every kid on my block would get on their bike and ride behind the DDT mosquito fogger truck as our parents watched laughing and huffing on their unfiltered Camels while downing dry martinis by the pitcher. Oil changes were done dirt cheap.
The generation that brought you micro-computers, nuclear power, organ transplants, and went to the moon (or at least convinced everyone that they did).
 
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Well the oil came out of the ground didn’t it?
Remember sliding across the vinyl seat on corners while breathing in the secondhand tobacco smoke?
My dad had a VW Beetle, and there was a well behind the back seat. My brother and I would bounce over the seat and into that well when we were little. It was SOP for riding in that car. Seat belts? It didn't have seat belts. They wouldn't have made a difference in that flimsy tin can anyway.
 
The generation that brought you micro-computers, nuclear power, organ transplants, and went to the moon (or at least convinced everyone that they did).
Those are people who are older than me. There is not much to show for people born in the '60s. Except the occasional superfund site basement.