I absolutely was not drinking whiskey when I bought two electric organs last weekend. And I almost never get bored enough to go out into the garden, cover myself with dirt, and pretend I am a carrot.
These are things I want to get clear before we go any further. Of course, some of you have better things to do than fool around with Facebook. If you are one of these, then you don’t need my explanation.
However, now that I’ve started it I’m going to explain it to you anyhow.
I actually did buy those organs: two beautiful, very heavy, full of tricks electric organs at an extremely reasonable price. I got them from Janet and Bobby Ratliff at Big Daddy’s Flea Market. They work perfectly. They were delivered Monday. We put the smaller one in the dining room at Cedar Lake Nursing Home, and the larger, fancier one in the big assembly room in the old nursing home. Continue reading “Around Town: Buying Organs and Playing Carrot”