Today, when I went to the auction to buy the machinist’s lathe, I met the people whose stuff was being sold.
I got a little background on the lathe from them (it had been the wife’s father’s lathe), and I told them I’m going to use it to make whistles. They were interested, but I didn’t have a whistle to show them.
As it happens, I had planned to come back later with my wife’s minivan to pick up the lathe, so when I returned to the auction, I brought a whistle. (An Erle Bartlett Synwhistle. It’s a terrific whistle, BTW. I don’t know how he can sell them for so little). I found them again in the crowd and showed it to them.
The wife asked, “do you play?”
I answered, “A little bit, but I don’t know if the whistle will work in this wind,” and I played the easiest of the few tunes I know, “Scarborough Fair.” I only know a handful of tunes, but those I do know, I play fairly well.
They seemed impressed, and I was about to put the whistle back in my pocket when a little boy ran up, drawn to the sound of the playing.
The wife (his grandmother, I think) said, “Wasn’t that cool?” He nodded, and I felt obligated to play some more. So I played “Banish Misfortune” with only a few glitches, and it sounded nice.
She asked if I perform, and I told her I don’t know enough tunes because I spend more time working on whistles than on learning tunes.
Anyway, that was a sweet little encounter.
Best wishes,
Jerry