I found some timpani kettle drums on craigslist really cheap.
I thought I might know the guy selling them, but wasn’t sure.
My first thoughts were “You don’t need these. Save your money. I don’t have room for them.” Then I watched a video introduction to timpani drums, and remembered how much I wanted to mess with a set that was sitting on stage at my jr. high, but never did because I didn’t want to get in trouble.
I had to have them.
So I call the guy, and raced out there after hitting the ATM.
I still wasn’t sure if it was who I thought it might be, & didn’t care. I was just thinking about the drums.
I get out there and it’s the guy I thought it might be.
My first experience with this fella was fear. Back in the late 80’s my friend lived with his grandparents by the airport, and he was always trying to get me to go across the street to meet the guy, but I didn’t because he was a bald biker that looked pretty scary. My friend kept telling me he was awesome, but I passed every time.
After some years the airport started buying up all the people’s property in that neighborhood, including my buddy’s grandparents’ house. The biker guy told them he wouldn’t sell & never did.
About the turn of the century I met the biker’s kid who was training in MMA, and we’d get loaded and play soccer. All the people I was playing with were around 10 years younger than me and all grew up hanging out at the biker’s house and would tell me stories that made me regret never meeting the guy.
A few years ago my friend who lived across from them died & I finally met the guy at the funeral. He was indeed really cool, but under the circumstances it wasn’t a good time.
So I go to get the drums. We talk about how much he misses our friend & we end up hanging out for a couple of hours. He has this amazing idyllic garden with the best tomatoes I’ve ever had. His son, that I played ball with, comes home from work, and I find out he’s moved back in with the folks for whatever reason. We went around the garden and he fills me and my buddy with a pick-up truck helping me haul the one drum I can’t even fit into my girlish SUV, with a sack of the best produce I’ve ever had in my life.
He has all this cool stuff in the garden like big aluminum round vent things from a local nuke plant and big metal things from the 19th century like cable car gears and such. It’s kind of like an episode of American Pickers, but all neat & tidy. He reminisced about the good old times like when he took my deceased buddy on his first side-car ride on his old Harley while my buddy was tripping balls on acid and how they knew each other since he was a baby and all the stories of him growing up.
We would probably still be in that garden if it hadn’t started raining all over my new bigger timpani. It was amazing.
Your week might not have been this good, but still, what was your best moment this week?
I’m going to ask again next week so let’s get out there & have some good times to share, or I will send ravens to peck out your eyes.