Out of No Where--In the Dark Cold Night
The other evening we attended a rather remarkable performance of the local junior philharmonic. On the way out, my lovely wife struck up a conversation with a lady. I paid little attention and went about my business of going to get the car and have it warmed up for the return home. Where we live, during this time of year, getting in a warm car when it is cold, snowy, and dark (at 5 pm) is truly a luxury. It's the little things. Anyways, it turns out that the conversation my wife was having had an almost immediate affect on our living room. The lady was looking to unload an old spinet organ. Three days later, my son and I braved a snowstorm and brought home the gift. Here is the cool thing. While I was very happy to have an organ--it wasn't just any organ. It ended up being a 1962 Hammond m-100 model (nicknamed the baby b3 for all you hammond junkies). That's right, the old hammond tube sound/reverb/leslie/toggle switch motor--I was in heaven...