Father's Day

I had to go to Vienna for a gig with our office band, made kinda sense, since today was father's day, which is a holiday. It is some Christian holiday everybody forgot about, since the deeper meaning of father's day is that all dads are allowed to go out with their buddies and get mad drunk in broad daylight. Lacking drinking buddies that's not really an option for me around here. But taking the early train home I was definitley looking forward to still spend a full day with the boys despite the adolescent obligations as a musician. Fred took the boys to pick me up from the train. Karl of course was thrilled to check out some bullet trains, talks to some train drivers, sneak into some departing trains some minutes before their departure. Henri on the other hand took his dad's return from a 16 hour trip a bit more in stride.

He was quite eager to check out dad's horn though. Karl still hates the sound of it, but Henri seems to be much more into it. Here you see where the sound went, since Karl's embouchure so far produces mainly windy sounds.




In the afternoon we checked out the traffic museum outlet of the Deutsches Museum we hadn't seen yet.



Three hangar sized halls packed with cars, trains and machinery of course did the trick to keep the mood up for the rest of the day. Karl was very intrigued by a demonstration model that lets you speed up the wheel of a bullet train and turn on the breaks to bring it to a halt, which he demonstrated in detail to his younger brother. Most of the time he really enjoys his big brother role. When he discovered an old horse carriage you're allowed to sit in, he invited Henri in and made sure, little brother is feeling comfortable and sits in a safe distance to the exit. We'll remind him of his gleeful stance towards brotherhood next time he has a hissy fit, because Henri plays Godzilla to Karl's Lego Tokyo.