Cap Job on my 1963 Fender Bassman

If you’ve followed my blog, you’ll know that I recently purchased a 1963 Fender Bassman amp (6G6-B). Old amps like this often need a lot of work to make them playable, but what attracted me to this one was the fact that the work had already been done. The problem, I would soon discover, was that the work had not been done correctly, or with quality parts.

That’s not to say that the seller was dishonest. The amp worked, and it worked well, but it did not deliver the stellar tone that these amps are famous for. Since I have a soldering iron, and I’m not afraid to use it, I set out on a quest to make a great amp even better. Read More

Annie and the Pizza

As you may know, Fridays evenings are sacrosanct in our house, because that’s when we have Pizza and Movie Night™. If you’ve read my previous tales, then you may already be smirking. For those of you who haven’t committed all my previous tales to memory, I’ll just say that the last time I wrote about Pizza and Movie Night™, the story did not end well. Shocking, I know.

Sure, you may have laughed at my misfortune in the past, and I’m sure many of you have sided with the beast, but this time… oh this time I had her dead to rights. This time I knew that I had her outsmarted, and naturally, that’s why it all went wrong. Read More

Cozy’s Birthday

Fourteen years ago today, on August 3rd, 1997, My Cozy was born. She died eight short years later, her body having finally succumbed to the ravages of cancer. In those eight years she changed the lives of a young married couple and their two children. Cozy was the inspiration for Newf.net, where her legacy continues today. Through Newf.net, thousands of people have learned how to better care for their Newfs. In her own small way, Cozy changed the world.

I promised Cozy that I would write her story, and I did. Now I need to tell the world. That part has proven harder than I thought, but it will happen. You’ll see Cozy. I know you’re patient.

Cozy always waited for me, no matter how long it took, and she knew that I would always come back home. No one waits for me at the fence these days, even though there are new noses that eagerly sniff me when I walk through the door. Somehow, though, I know that Cozy is waiting for me somewhere.

I hope you’re happy and pain free Cozy, My Cozy, wherever you may be. I miss you baby girl. We all do.