It's going to be more than 2 weeks.
My girlfriend's son lives in China and teaches school there. He isn't in the "hot zone", but one of the other cities. They were under strict quarantine for about 6 weeks. The bars and restaurants are now re-opening and there has been no resurgence of virus. (So far.)
Well, today the San Francisco Bay area counties all got hit with "shelter in place" orders. That basically means no public meetings of any kind or any size. Bars and restaurants are closed for 3 weeks, although some restaurants can offer take-out. I can't even have a sectional rehearsal at my house.
OK. I caved. But I was running really, really low. And Sears doesn't send me the "big book" catalog any more. But I took only one package. They guy ahead of me in line had 4.
All of my three community bands cancelled the season TODAY because of COVID-19 virus fears. I'll miss the Monday and Friday bands. Wednesday, not so much.
My dad always talked about a place in Honolulu during WWII named Lao-Tse Chow. The proprietor was Wun Hung Lo.
Sort of. I had piano lessons through most of elementary school, which I neither liked nor excelled at. When I got to Jr. Hi, I wanted to be in the band, partly because it seemed like fun and partly because I thought it might get me out of piano lessons. My cousin had played the cornet for a year or two before quitting, and my mom gave her sis $20 for the old cornet. I already knew how to read music, so I got out the fingering chart and figured it out by myself. After a couple of years in band, I convinced mom to buy me lessons first from a local symphony player and later from another guy that played in a jazz club and the pit orchestra for the local ballet company, among other gigs. ...but playing the trumpet never got me out of piano lessons.