We had breakfast at the Plaza Café where the waitstaff wear black t-shirts that say “Elbows off the table, sit up straight, don’t fidget, chew your food…” and so on in that vein. I struck up a conversation with a fellow at a nearby table wearing a Red Sox hat, it turned out his wife teaches music in Cambridge and they live in Santa Fe. She and Francie have had students and friends in common, although they haven’t met. There is a list of important phone numbers on the wall with everyone from the local dog officer to George Bush. The Texas French toast was very good, and crispy on the outside.

We met Linda Raney (Church Organist) at the church and made a complete tour of the facility, scouting out every unused nook and cranny where we might store organ parts and gear. It’s a small church and we’ve 11 tons of stuff to unload tomorrow. We painted the floor of the blower room and the organ space to make them easier to clean later on and took a few measurements we couldn’t take earlier in the project due to the false wall that had covered the organ space. The back wall of the chamber and the front wall of the chancel are not parallel by about 2 inches in the width of the organ, so we began to think of all the different ways we can accommodate that discrepancy and what the consequences of each will be. We’ll sleep on it.