… at auctions, that is.
Not that I’m upset that he bought a sousaphone, of course. It’s that he bought a sousaphone without me there. If he’s going to take these crazy kinds of risks unattended, there’s no telling what kind of unsanctioned junk he might buy. Today a sousaphone, tomorrow a bulk bundling machine. Oh wait.
And yes, it is a sousaphone, not a tuba like I thought it was. I remember in high school I asked our band director if I could switch from the flute to the tuba. He wisely said ‘no’. Probably because I called it the wrong thing, huh?
Anyway, we left it at Lincoln Lutheran, and we’ll see if they come up with a good use for it. It’s pretty beat up, but one of the guys at ukulele night thought it would make a fantastic hood ornament. (We didn’t actually take it there, we just told The Legend of the Six Dollar Tuba Sousaphone.)