Band Geeks

The Italian great-grandparents were in town again today, and in addition to the intestinal fortitude testing amount of food they always bring, today, they brought a little sumtin' sumtin' for Connor to get down with. Last week, while on vacation (no, being retired is not in and of itself a vacation) they bought him a handmade miniature guitar (a toy, but cool nonetheless) and a handcarved recorder while in Cancun on a timeshare trip.

Connor has made no secret of his love for my acoustic guitar (I can't keep a 5150 half-stack [that's a reeeeeeealllly loud guitar amp] in our den so we do it up James Taylor style around here, okay?). He has stuffed loose change, guitar picks, toys, very small rocks, and his tiny, but still damaging, fingers into the soundhole. I've had to resort to keeping the guitar in an area we've sectioned off with a baby gate, along with our computer printer, DSL modem, a filing cabinet and various other no-no stuff just to keep him from filling the guitar's hollow body with goldfish crackers.

Now, though, Connor has his very own six string. His mom can play a mean "Hot Cross Buns" on the recorder, so I think we're in business. I guess we need another kid to keep time on the drums now. [This has all been a very elaborate set up to announce that Stacey and I are not pregnant, and no, that's not Connor in the picture above. It's just some random kid with a guitar...sorry if he's yours. Enjoy your day.]