Wilbur Gets Lucky!

You might think by the title of this post, that this might have to do with sex.  Read on...
I had to get you a little excited...
Wilbur enjoys hanging out in 2 places, Bellevue and Lyle. One place is all work (Bellevue), the other place is all play (Lyle).  (Am I getting close to mentioning anything about sex?)  The Bellevue hang out requires attention at times, especially when it involes electrical dilemmas.  Recently, Wilbur tackled the job of repairing a range hood fan (yes, I think it is from the 70's).  Keep in mind that Wilbur needs all fingers for our Lyle gig in 4 days.  I get this email today:

By the way, on the topic of prayer, I think I owe one to the Big Guy. This morning I was putting the last screw into the underside of my range hood after reinstalling the fan motors (got new circuit wiring Friday morning--that deserves its own round of prayers). Somehow I reached into the fan inlet to brace myself, and the fan was running on high speed (stupid, huh?). Now don't panic -- I'm typing this, aren't I? There was a big THUNK as my fingertip hit the "squirrel cage" fan. I looked down at my right index finger, which had been covered with a latex rubber glove, expecting to see bloody bone and thinking "At least it was my pick hand."    Didn't even break the skin, just a little bruised! Whew!  


Wilbur (or you can call me Lucky)

So Lucky it is.   Now let's hope for some of that "Other Luck".

Chuck responded:
Wilbur - put the tools down and step away from the tool box. I've never played in a band with a guitar player named "lefty."
Chuck


Keep in mind that Chuck's last name is "Thrash"....for real.  I ain't joshin'
Watch out Lyle....we have a bass guitar player named "Thrash" and One Lucky Wilbur