lighthouse lit

Not wanting to forget turning off our Internet when it isn’t in use, I visualized a lighthouse going along with our brass sailboats. When lit, it would remind us that our wireless and modem were on. Missy dropped it way down my ToDo list quite some time ago by finding a thrift store lighthouse and cable-tying a nightlight to the […]

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trombone misuse

With our mud room added on, I needed a way to let guests announce their arrival. Knocking on the old front door wasn’t going to work if they couldn’t get to it. I theorized a ship’s bell might turn the trick. I found a new one on the Internet, but found a bigger, older, heavier one that I lusted after […]

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special gift

. Here is a unique . gift idea: . A Website like this. . Mom, dad, grandma… . can have their very own web page. . The whole family could share one. . Your_Name_Here.com – could be a place where privately or publicly you can share photos, notes, tales and conversations on the Internet. . You can share a unique, […]

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1958 Conn 6H trombone

Highly esteemed among brass musicians are the horns Conn made in Elkhart, Indiana before the company walked away from the community and craftsmen assembled there. Among the hand-made, professional-grade trombones handcrafted in that period are the highly regarded 6Hs, which were a little bit larger in bore than was the norm at that time. They proved to be a great […]

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trombone mouthpieces

I WON!!! I tripped over a long lusted after Conn 6H on e-bay that went for well-below-market value. It was a gamble on quality that turned out okay. It arrived yesterday with 3 mouthpieces … more on the horn later. This occasioned a gathering, mass cleaning and analysis of what I have in the way of mouthpieces. I arranged them […]

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fire hazard alert

From my mother, I have a sense of smell that is particularly well-suited as a smoke or pre-smoke detector. It alerted me to something amiss in the kitchen. I tracked it to my wife’s plastic tool box and the battery-operated soldering iron within. The tools and hardware in her well-stuffed box had shifted into a position that depressed the trigger […]

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Matilda

While nobody is going to mistake me for a sculptor, even the best started somewhere. More significantly, after shoveling one of the only snowfalls of any consequence I can ever remember falling on the Treasure Valley, I couldn’t just leave the big pile of snow in our yard looking ugly.

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