Southeast Michigan Woodworkers

One of my greatest investments has to be my automatic backup generator. With the power going out several times in the last few weeks… this storm season would have otherwise got the best of me. Preferring to by my meat by the half cow, owning several refrigerators/freezers would have been disastrous with the lengthy outages that have plagued us over this month.

The creature comforts that keep us off each other’s throats (which can include TV and DVD players, air conditioning and microwaves) are much needed for some… a placard for sanity for others.

I still prefer the occasional flashlight search and doing stuff by candle light… but usually by my own accord. Others would prefer to have their eyes gouged out and be forced to drink an entire jar of pickle juice, than to live a day without charging their ipod. And I, personally, would rather drink a gallon of pickle juice and remove my eyes… than to have to listen to the wailings of a kid without 12 channels of cartoons or a teen’s constant mumbling over their dead ipod. Remember when the only cartoons where the 4 offered on Saturday mornings… only 2 of which you could choose to watch?

I heard somebody mention that a generator should be used for emergencies only and only urgent equipment need be supplied power. That statement struck a chord with me (E7maj5 perhaps). They should have finished that book, because on the next page… the author wrote that all woodworkers need only one router and one smoother.

I’ve been reminiscing lately… when I stumbled across a picture of a guitar posted for sale. My youth came flooding back as I looked over this ad, downloaded the pic and made a call across the country to gain my youth back… to no avail. It was sold.

That day started a frenzy. I had to have that guitar. What guitar, you ask? I’ll tell you.

It was a cool fall day. My new friend and his very cool mom made a trip to purchase him a new guitar. I remember the day as if it was yesterday… although nearly 27 years had passed. I was in the market… mainly because I wanted to be as cool as this new friend… who got all the chicks.

I found a guitar there that was way out of my price range… which, by the way, was $0. It was the brand new Fender Bullet. It was hot off the presses and a beautiful combination of a  svelte 7/8 Strat body and the slim, yet bluesy Telecaster neck. These early models left over late ’70’s telecaster necks… I was told. The thing was gorgeous and a mere $200 brand new. It may as well been $2,000,000… because I hadn’t procured work as of yet. They discontinued that guitar the following year… but my love never wained.

 So, here I am… some 26 years later and in a much different finacial position. I stumble across the memory of this guitar and after a somewhat frantic search, I find a perfect specimen, and jump on it immediately. And here she is… 1982 Fender Bulletin near mint condition:

Test post, now isnt this all cool?