Clarinet Cleaning with Brasso
Like most of the things I do on weekends, it was completely out-of-the blue
that today's major activity should take place. I had a sudden idea to try
cleaning the various badly-tarnished pieces of my clarinet with Brasso. I
bought my clarinet on eBay about six years ago, and when it came, I realized
it had badly tarnished chromework. It had brown rust spots, green rust
spots, and an overall rough yellowish haze.
I have not been able to find much about this clarinet. I had searched the
internet when I first received it based on its markings, which indicate it
was made by "H. FREEMAN N.Y", a stamp indicating it was made in France, and
the serial number 1723. Suffice it to say that there is no real information
out there. The spattering of message board posts indicates it is probably
about 50 years old, but that is it.
On to the cleaning. It became quickly apparent that it would not be
possible to clean up the metalwork without getting a lot of liquid onto the
wood body, so I disassembled everything. It took approximately three hours
to clean the lower half. I will have to do the upper half at some other
point; it is smelly and tedious work. Nonetheless, it worked very well, the
clean parts really shine. The clarinet looks as it should, silver and black.
In other news, my one-year membership to the Carleton Athletics Centre
expired today. The plan was to go three times per week over the last year,
and I went three times per week with few exceptions. I have renewed for
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I meant to wrap up some 2006 items here over the Christmas break, but the
network connection this web server is plugged into was down the entire time.
Anyway, last June, during the Carp airshow, I stumbled about a large
FirstAir scrap plane. I was very curious, so I went next to it, reached up,
and pulled on the handle to open a hatch. Couldn't see inside. Little did I
know, the hatch on the starboard side could only be closed from the inside.
Feeling bad about leaving it open, I went to the other side, opened the
other hatch, and tried jumping in. You have to understand, floor level was
at my eye level, and there was nothing below the bottom of the hatch;
suffice it to say it was very difficult to jump/climb into. I did it
eventually, getting my perfectly new white clothes very dirty in aluminum
dust in the process.
The plane was an Hawker Siddeley 748 (HS748), originally made by Avro.
The inside of the fuselage was sad. What is now a pile of junk used to soar
the sky. Now, it was just sitting in an aviation field, stripped of anything
valuable, slowly rotting away. I eventually closed the hatches and left. It
was a neat experience.
As I was swimming tonight and thinking about this, I had a bit of a
daydream. I was a passenger on a 767 flying near Ottawa, and both of the
pilots were disabled for some reason. No one else knew how to fly a plane,
and since this was my dream, I decided to take charge. It was weird, because
I had visualized the whole thing, from contacting the airport, to asking for
a diversion to Mirabel where there would be less chance of hitting
something, to asking for a pilot plane that could lead a glide path. Ten
minutes of this before I interrupted myself! Bizarre!
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