I’ve had several bad days lately. Mostly my fault for not looking before turning the corners.
Renter , in response to a request from me, brought over a song book. My idea is to copy several songs to a larger format. Renter had said he had several books from his school band days. He played trumpet.
I figured “Why not.” and told him to turn his dog loose.
He brought over, in addition, a hymnal. He knows my distaste with organized religion, but brought it over anyway. He pointed out the book was dedicated to his Grandfather on his fathers side.
I refused at first to take the book. He countered by saying he knew where the book was and that I’d probably take care of it.
He told me he’d found it among a box of outdated books in the church basement. He’d just reached in and hauled out the book, blindly.
Which made me feel he was suppose to have the book, not I.
There is a web site that allows one to download musical staff programs. I will be able to print as many pages as I wish, in a size I can readily use.
That’s a good thing.
From the reaches,