I called because I had been looking for an electric piano of better quality than the keyboard piano's I have.
I had been thinking that I would have to spend thousands to get something really good so I wasn't looking.
This one looked similar to the Claravana Yamaha Piano's that cost a lot of money.
Intrigued I looked it up on Goggle and Amazon and a few other sites.
It was a newer model and rated very highly for a beginner entry level model and selling for $445 new shipped free with no tax.
I found out later that they have a newer and better model now for the same price.
The P-45 Model.
That's the one to get.
He said he paid $500 with tax in Fargo a few years ago and it was hardly played and like new.
It had it's own stand similar to the more expensive models and built in speakers and would hook to a computer for recording and software.
I called and offered $200 cash and he turned it down.
He was an energetic guy and spoke freely.
He was a professional musician and had over one hundred and fifty guitars and dozens of keyboards in his collection he said.
I tried again for the $200 and he said no.
I called him back a short time later and said I would take it and could come and get it whenever he said.
He said now was a good time.
Sunday about 10:00 AM it was.
I went to the bank and got $225 from the cash machine and drove to Fargo thinking I could not go wrong because I could resell it after a short while and get most of my money back and upgrade to a better one still.
I don't know how to play the piano but have always wanted to learn.
I have a M3 Hammond that I got for free on Craigslist that I haven't plugged in yet.
I play the guitar pretty well as far as just basic chording goes.
This guy started on a B3 Hammond which is a famous model The Animals recorded House of the Rising Sun on in the Sixties or early seventies which I do on the guitar.
The one at the bottom of this website.
It's a nice older rambler home in a middle class Fargo neighborhood.
He's this older guy almost my age and very professional and clean cut with a newer van in the yard with advertising on it for his music business.
He's super energetic and we talk about baby boomers which we both are.
A million a day or something he says retiring.
Maybe ten thousand a day or something.
The keyboard is sitting by a Kurswell and I ask if it is the next upgrade and the reason he is selling.
He says the Kurswell is about $2,000.
His garage and patio and home are immaculate and is he and everything about him.
He has guitars everywhere.
He showed me around a little.
He's got fifty thousand to a hundred thousand dollars worth of guitars displayed beautifully all over the house.
We talk about crazy and how nobody knows it but him and me.
I tell him I know the cause and spill out my sugar and wheat thing a little bit and they being stimulant drugs.
He tells me he did so many drugs when he was young he couldn't count them all.
We talk population and he says revolution.
I say no.
World War Three and then after everything is out of control the Blacks and the Mexicans start a revolution along with the Whites.
Not because they want to.
It just happens.
Everybody starving and fighting.
There are twenty million people in Mexico City.
He says he's got hundreds of guns and food and survival gear.
I tell him I have none because they are meaningless and we will come and get his I say jokingly.
He says it won't be easy because he and his three neighbors have 250 guns between them.
I paid when we first met the cash and we loaded the piano as we joked and talked lightheartedly but seriously.
Laughing and joking the whole while.
Quite an experience.
I then went to Red Lobster and had Endless Shrimp. \
My celebration dinner for the harvest.
Salad and biscuits and brussel sprouts and several reorders of shrimp of different varieties.
$22 with tip.
Water to drink.
It was good.
Off my diet good and I shouldn't have but I rationalized it being one time only.
I went to Cosco next and looked at their meat and had a Very Berry Ice Cream Sundae..
Their Steaks looked really good but my freezer is already full of their steaks I got a couple of months ago.
Loins I cut up myself.
Next time I'm buying cut up steaks.
About the same price.
They cut them just right and only about $7 and $8 a pound for Ribeye and New York Steaks.
About $8 each in packages of four.
They had raw sliced pork belly (uncured bacon) in big packages for about $3.29 a pound that looked good so I bought one.
About a four pound package for about $15.
Cosco meat gets a big thumbs up from me.
My piano is pretty good and I'm going to try to learn how to play a little starting right now this week.
I'm going to take lessons.
I want to just chord and do a few notes and make YouTube Video's playing my guitar and singing and even drumming a little.
Lots of shots.
Sam Cooks "A change is Gonna Come" and some others I'm working on.
My old stuff and some new.
Two hundred and fifty guns and countless ammunition and shells.
Trying to survive.
I'll take my chances with the masses.
I don't need no guns.
I got a few for hunting that's all I need.
I never hunt though although I would..
I got a 22 rifle and a 12 gauge shotgun,
I don't have any other rifles or pistols and little ammo.
I like guns but I don't like what they do to people except for hunting for food to eat and target practice.
Spears and knives and rocks and clubs are good too..
I actually like them better..
I don't need no defense other than myself and my fists and my clubs.
Guns are for cops and armies and I wish we didn't need them.
The Race Wars and Revolution I'm not fighting.
I'll defend my grandchildren with my fists.
Fuck them guns.
I'm not afraid to die.
Guns are a complicated issue in our stimulated world.
As far as the potential for really severe things happening when our food and energy and economic chain gets all disrupted with seven and a half billion starving people that's just a fact of life like the disease and cholera that follow.
We got hell to pay.
Enjoying life until then is the answer.
Not trying to survive something like that.
You probably don't even want to survive.
Living in some fortress is not the answer.
Trying to avert this disaster is where I'm at.
Me and my discovery.