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The Pack Family Journal is a place where we gather text and images of our lives, adventures and travels. This is a very personal site, written openly and honestly. Enjoy.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Another Good Day!

Another good day today! We might have a dream come true, send us positive thoughts. The Phoenix Dance Conservatory got back to us and want to meet to discuss their working with us on our new opera. Nearly all year we have been working on writing a guitar dance opera. It is the story of a charmed guitar and the lives of the musicians the guitar encounters along the way from 1945 to present day.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

SUNDAYS Everyday!

Sunday is the best day of the week. Rachel says every day is Sunday for us and she might be right, but I still like the real deal. Today we made it that much better by calling both our moms just to say "hi" and let them know we love and think of them. Oh yah, and I get to eat bacon guilt free. Today we are just going to play music all day. We are working on some new swing, jazz and jump blues tunes, that we're really diggin'. I'm even learning some new gypsy jazz, which I'm a big fan of. I figure if Django played it with only 2 fingers on his fretting hand, I should have no problem with all 5 fingers :-) In any case, make your Sunday great too. If you want to hear some great music Google Django Reinhardt, you might dig him too. Django and Ernest Ranglin are my two new favorite guitar players.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

A Tire Bubble That Almost Cost an Amp

It was almost a perfect day. Stopped to get gas on the way to meeting a guy to get a new guitar amp and as I ALWAYS DO, I check my tires. I'm always a bit paranoid about tires, since our entire house and home rides on them. Well, wouldn't you know it, the inside dually (two tires together) had a Nerf football size bubble in it on the sidewall. 

Once I knew that, we couldn't take the freeway of course, but then again I didn't want to lose the chance at this new amp. So we limped slowly on sides streets the 15 miles to meet the guy with the amp. We were late of course, but he was cool about it. We made the deal, got the amp and then limped back to our campgrounds. 

I'm sure if Mom, either of them read this they might be upset that I drove it like this. We discussed it,