My Pfizer doses have been complete for 3 weeks now. I’m full ripe of antibodies. I decided that it was time to venture out of the county and learn a bit about pipe organs.
I responded to an ebay listing, which really sounded like a desperate plea to save an abundant collection of organ components from aggressively enforced zoning ordinances. A full pedal windchest for $20… I arranged for my good son to watch the dogs, and off I went. Tarps, duct tape, and kayakstraps in the back waiting to put the dealer-installed roof rack very much to the test!
The interstate was deserted for much of the way. Compared with the way rural PA has been ignoring the pandemic, it was a fine change of pace. When I reached Philly, traffic looked a bit more normal, still light for the region, but for a country isolationist bumpkin, it was ample.
When I got to the organ repairman’s home, he looked at me and my car somewhat incredulously, but I am used to that. I correspond with a man’s name (my given name is Blake) and confidence, so when a lady shows up of pretty nondescript stature, I think it’s a let down. In any case, Alan ended up being chatty and generous with advice and stories. I wish I had more time to listen, bit it was a long day on the road, and only half over. He and I strained ( I more than he) to get the 10′-2″ windchest onto my roof rack, but we did, and strapped it on securely as we chatted about adventures in hauling organs, pianos, and harpsichords.
The load stayed put, and I made it home safely, where my kindly neighbor helped me get the monster off my car and safely into the house.
I’m glad I went. I have been locking down very hard, and having an adventure where I met another nut with common interests fit the bill perfectly. He seemed eager to hear about my project, and sounded willing to advise on growing this windchest into a functional organ.