Now that the birthdays are all out of the way--its back to business--there's a few things I've noticed around the shop--that I thought I took care of long time ago!
I thought I had taken the juke box out to the dump--gotton rid of the thing! Of course, without Sherrie's permission, but . . . somebody's has done hauled it back in without consultin' Blackbird! And I see were somebody has used "Liquid Nails" to glue it down to the floor! Weeeeeel, I've got a plan! While ya'll are gone I'm gonna tinker with it---I'm gonna rig it to where it plays 45's at 78 speed!!!
Reminds me of a story--we were havin' a garage sale at church one day and one of our ladies brought in a child's battery powered "guitar"--the one where you turn it on and mash different buttons and it plays!! Well, at the time--my girl was three and my boy was 1---just old enough to handle it---and I thought it would be a good thing to have around the house---so I payed a dollar and the battery powered push button guitar was mine!!!! The lady who bought it to the church told me, "Brother David! My two girls have out grown this guitar!"---I didn't factor into account that her two girls were the same age as my two kids! The thought never entered my mind!
I take it home, overhauled it(put fresh batteries in) cleaned it up a little bit and in no time my two were playin'! It started out as classical--but as time went on--it was more along the lines of hard rock!!! Funny how battery powered guitars will grow on ya! It was absolutely drivin' this calm, peaceful Southern Baptist preacher up one wall and down the other!!
I'd lay down at night and would tell my wife--"Somethin's got to be done about that guitar! I'm about ready to call the men in the white suits to come get me!"
Well, to make a long story short--not long from when I started prayin' God's will be done on that guitar--one of our friends was havin' another garage sale at the local American Legion building. I'm thinkin, "Here's my chance to put that guitar out of my misery!!"
So I move the guitar OUT of the house by stealth! I make my way on over to where the friend has this sale and I put it on the table---I'm safe--it turns out to be a neighborhood sale where if you're a buddy of my buddy--you can get in on it! So I put the guitar on the table where the kid stuff goes!!
Get the scene now! I'm there at the garage sale!! My buddy has some "man" things there I was lookin' at---a few pocket knives, barbecue utensils, cigarette lighters, etc. Well, along about that time one of my deacon's and his wife walk into the buildin'--he joins me over at the "man" table and we're talkin' "man" talk--I'm eyein' his wife over near the children's section. Now, she ain't shopliftin' or nothin'--but the reason I was eyein' her was because she picks up that guitar that I had brought over!! She's lookin' at it--and I could tell that the little squirrel was really peddlin' hard in her mind!!!!!!
She holds on to the guitar and drops it off at the cashier's booth--after payin' HIS hardearned money for it---she walks over to where we were--that guitar in her hand!! She looks at her husband like she had just purchased a brand new Cadillac!! Then she says, "I bought this guitar for you, Brother David! I just know your kids will really love playin' it!!"
"Yes M'am! Yeeeeeeeesss, M'am!!"
And I have asked the good Lord why bad things have to happen to such good folks!! Have you ever asked Him that??
Your Southern Baptist preachin', guitar strummin' buddy!
Blackbird