Monday, October 24, 2011

150 years ago, a primitive Internet -- the telegraph -- united the U.S.






Long before there was an Internet or an iPad, before people were social networking and instant messaging, Americans had already gotten wired.
Today marks the 150th anniversary of the completion of the transcontinental telegraph. From sea to sea, it electronically knitted together a nation that was simultaneously tearing itself apart, North and South, in the Civil War.
Americans soon saw that a breakthrough in the spread of technology could enhance national identity and, just as today, that it could vastly change lives.
"It was huge," says Amy Fischer, archivist for Western Union, which strung the line across mountains, canyons and tribal lands to make the final connection. "... With the Civil War just a few months old, the idea that California, the growing cities of California, could talk to Washington and the East Coast in real time was huge. It's hard to overstate the impact of that."
On Oct. 24, 1861, with the push of a button, California's chief justice, Stephen J. Field, wired a message from San Francisco to President Abraham Lincoln in Washington, congratulating him on the transcontinental telegraph's completion that day. He added the wish that it would be a "means of strengthening the attachment which binds both the East and the West to the Union."
A rudimentary version of the Internet — not much more advanced than two tin cans and a string — had been born. But it worked, and it grew.
Just a few years after the nation was wired, telegraph technology would be extended to the rest of North America, and soon cylindrical wires from Mexico to Canada would jangle with little bursts of electromagnetic juice, sending messages of every kind and redefining how communication can mean business.
As the United States rebuilt itself following the devastating Civil War, it did so in no small part with money wired from Washington. In 1869, when the final piece of track connecting the transcontinental railroad was laid in Promontory, Utah, a young news organization called The Associated Press sent a story about it out on the wire.
"I really see the telegraph as the original technology, the grandfather of all these other technologies that came out of it: the telephone, the teletype, the fax, the Internet," said telegraph historian Thomas Jepsen, author of "My Sisters Telegraphic: Women In Telegraph Office 1846-1950."
In its time, the telegraph was in some ways an even greater influence on the way people communicate than the Internet is today.
"The transcontinental telegraph put the Pony Express out of business in the literal click of a telegrapher's key. That's not an exaggeration," says Christopher Corbett, author of "Orphans Preferred: The Twisted Truth and Lasting Legend of the Pony Express."
Indeed, the Pony Express, which boasted it could deliver a letter from Sacramento to St. Joseph, Mo., in the unheard of time of 10 days when it began operations on April 3, 1860, shut down 19 months later — on the same day the transcontinental telegraph went live.
Though dramatic, that was a short-term effect. "But the longer-term effect was we connected the nation in real time. ...," says Fischer. "For the first time, businesses could do business nationally. The government could communicate nationally in almost real time."
Just as the iPad, the iPod and the personal computer had a visionary genius behind them in Steve Jobs, the telegraph had one in Samuel F.B. Morse.
A painter and part-time inventor who twice ran unsuccessfully for mayor of New York, Morse was in his early 40s in 1831 when he came up with the idea for the telegraph. He said in his papers at the Library of Congress that it was inspired by a discussion about electromagnetics with a fellow passenger on an ocean liner.
By the mid-1830s he'd developed Morse Code, the series of dots and dashes that telegraph key operators would tap out on their little contraptions. The result would flash across the country, and later around the world, where it would be translated back into words on the other end.
Morse obtained a patent for his telegraph in 1840, and four years later he sent his famous first message — "What hath God wrought?" — over a line he'd strung from Washington to Baltimore with $30,000 in federal money.
The technology took off. In 1845, more than a century before the TV show "America's Most Wanted," a man named John Tawell was arrested in England for the murder of his mistress after police received a telegraphed tip, telling them where he was.
A year later, the AP was formed and began relaying news of the Mexican-American War through a combination of telegraph wires and horseback riders, which demonstrated a limitation in the new technology.
"The early days of the telegraph were a lot like the early days of the Internet," says Fischer. "There were a lot of little one-off companies that would connect one or maybe two cities, but no big networks."
Thus the need for the guys on horseback, to get the information to the next telegraph station.
By 1860, the telegraph was a lot like an early cell-phone system. Only instead of losing the connection when you stepped behind a big building, you lost it if you traveled west of Omaha, Neb. From the West coast, a message could be sent only as far east as Nevada.
The Pacific Telegraph Act would change that, becoming one of the first instances of the federal government setting telecommunications policy. Passed in 1860, it called for the government to hire a company that would extend the line across Nebraska, through Utah and Nevada, linking the West with the rest of the country.
With subsidiaries of Western Union building the system from both directions, they would meet in Salt Lake City.
To get there, the construction crews had to reassure wary Indian tribes whose land they were trespassing on. They did so by giving some gifts and by hiring others to build the thing.
They needed lumber, especially in the treeless desert terrain of Nevada, and it took more than 200 oxen more than a month to haul it across the Sierra Nevada, according to an account by James Gamble, who was in charge on the western end of the project.
Once they got the lumber in place, work crews hired guards, sometimes Indians, specifically to keep it from being stolen, just as at modern construction sites. There were homesteaders heading West, needing materials to build houses.
Along the eastern flank, there was a different problem, Jepsen noted. Crews initially fashioned some of the telegraph poles so small that buffalo, using them as scratching posts, knocked them over. Despite the obstacles, the line was completed in a matter of months.
"It's a very American story," said Corbett, adding that not only was the project brought in with amazing speed but that it "completely changed everything in a flash," from the introduction of groundbreaking technology to the country's own self-image.
"California was almost like a satellite, if you think about it," he said. "It was almost 2,000 miles between the Missouri River and the California slope. But something like the telegraph made it seem closer."
Completing the project so quickly also infused the country with a kind of can-do spirit that he and other historians say it may not have had in quite as much abundance when the project was initiated.
Telegraphers, hired by the thousands to relay every kind of information, created a new language, one of strange abbreviations that only they, and perhaps some wire service journalists, understood. Seventy-three, for example, meant goodbye; 30 was the number placed at the end of a news story to signify the end.
"It had a Twitter-like feel to it," said historian Bill Deverell, director of the USC-Huntington Institute on California and the West.
But unlike terms like LOL and BTW that cell-phone users created to save wear and tear on their thumbs, and later adapted to Twitter to stay under its 140-character count, telegraph abbreviations were done to keep from jamming up and slowing down the wire with needless words.
"Time was money," Deverell noted.
These days, telegrapher talk and even Morse Code, once used to keep track of ships at sea and prevent trains that shared main lines from running into each other, have been all but abandoned, made obsolete by the technological revolution the telegraph created.
The telephone was invented in 1876. In time, cell phones and personal computers came along, and in 2006, Western Union, the company that had made a name for itself by charging sweethearts to wire singing telegrams and chocolates to one another, stopped sending telegrams all together. (Wiring money remains a main business for the Denver-based company.)
Historian Jepsen sees value in reflecting on a milestone for Morse's invention.
"It really gives one a good understanding of how we got where we are and how the Internet evolved," he said. "The telegraph is really where it all started."

Monday, July 25, 2011

Cleaning Time

Since its to damn hot to go out to the ranch in Terlingua I have been going through some box's I had stuck out in the shop. I forgot about all my CB radios I had. I had a job back in 1997 that took me out in the middle of nowhere so I bought me a brand new Cobra 29 & a 100 watt kicker to go with it. Well the job did not last but a few months so I took it out of the truck & stashed it in with the older ones I had.




The old ones probably date back during the CB craze 1970's.


Royce model 1-606        Dec. 1976

GE model # 3-5804d


Lafayette Telsat SSB-50  with a built in alarm if someone tries to steal it.


Robin Model # WV23 


My electricity keeps trying to go off be back when every thing gets stable


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Loaning Tools

I've learned my lesson. I ain't loaning no more stuff out. I've spent a good day fixing up the tools I loaned out.
It just dawned on me I can't afford it no more. I did a quick metal check on what it cost me this past year. This is the stuff I remember. It cost me around $1000.00 to loan stuff out. Ain't going to happen again. I loaned out 2 of my chain saws the other day. One came back with the bar shaped like an L. The other would not run and the chain looked like he cut rocks with it. He did buy me a new bar but when I installed it I found that the chain is bent also. So I need a new chain now. I just finished up getting the one saw back up & running and waiting for a new chain on the other.
I used to lay carpet many years ago until the wet backs ran me out of a job "thats another rant for later", anyway I still have all my carpet tools. One ole buddy called me up & wanted to use my power stretcher. I've known him for 50 years. He comes and gets it & I don't hear anything from him for a couple of weeks. I give him a call wanting to know where my stretcher was. He loaned it to his nephew he tells me. I tell him I need it back now & he informs me he will have it the next day. To make a long story short I got it back 2 weeks later with a pawn tag still on it. He gets no more tools.
Now my rant is over I think I'll see what else needs fixing around here.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Out at the ranch with friends

When I go out west we usually go 4 wheeling. This trip we took some friends with us and showed them fun Terlingua style.







                                                                                                                                             

Yea it worked. My dang heat sink on my puter was going bad for some reason. Every time I tried to make a slide show my 4 processors would kick in & it would start to heat up so I would kill it before I burned up my processor. I bought this big ole honkin heat sink & fan. The fan adjusts its speed by how hot the processor gets. With a full load on it I'm getting around 43-46 degrees. Now I can get back to making my slid shows again.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Wishing you had something.

Have you ever sat around and thought I sure could use this or that. Someone upstairs must look out for ole Jim.
Last time we had brush pickup here I was thinking I wish I had a ladder that would reach up in my trees and cut more limbs out. I have a 20 footer but can,t reach all the way up in them trees.
 Today I had to get my ole truck inspected  and on the way home I spot this saw on the curb & a lady setting things out. This month is junk pickup around here and people set things out they don't wont and the city comes by and picks it up. I stop by and ask the lady if she was throwing out that saw. She says no but I can have it for $50.00. She then says all the stuff under the tree was free. I wander over there and snatch a 32 foot ladder that looks new. Some wooden shaft golf clubs and more metal shaft clubs with bag, and a animal trap.
It was not long ago that I wished I had a bigger ladder & now I have one. A few years ago the wife & I was talking about wanting a boat but could not justify the money for one. It was not long before I had 3 boats that did not cost me a dime. One boat was a 3 year old Skeeter bass boat with nothing wrong with it. The old boy was moving and could not take it with him so he just up and gives it to me.
I guess the old saying watch out for what you wish for is true.


Just saw this. Must have been a hell of a bicycle.

Motorcyclist dies from injuries suffered from crash with bicyclist

Police on Wednesday identified a man who died of injuries sustained when his motorcycle crashed into a bicycle over the weekend.
According to police, a man riding a bicycle turned in front of a black Harley Davidson motorcycle operated by 33-year-old William Skelton at the intersection of Arroyo Seco and Romeria Drive on Saturday at 5:15 p.m. Both men were transported to University Medical Center at Brackenridge Hospital, police said.
Skelton died on Tuesday from the injuries he sustained in the crash, police said. He was not wearing a helmet, police said.

 

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Where old sayings came from.

I all ways wondered where some of the sayings I heard growing up came from.
If the internet is not lying to me. I now know.



HISTORICAL  TRIVIA......

Did  you know the saying "God willing and the Creeks don't
rise" was in  reference  to the Creek Indians and not a body
of water?  It was written by  Benjamin  Hawkins in the late
18th century.  He was a politician and Indian   diplomat.
While in the south, Hawkins was requested by the President
of  the  U.S. to return to Washington .  In his response, he
was said to  write, "God  willing and the Creeks don't
rise."  Because he capitalized  the word  "Creeks" it is
deduced that he was referring to the Creek Indian  tribe and
not a  body of water.
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In George  Washington's days, there were no cameras. One's
image was either sculpted or  painted.  Some paintings of
George Washington showed him  standing behind  a desk with
one arm behind his back while others showed both  legs and
both  arms.  Prices charged by painters were not based on
how many  people were  to be painted, but by how many limbs
were to be painted.  Arms and  legs  are 'limbs,' therefore
painting them would cost the buyer more.   Hence  the
expression, 'Okay, but it'll cost you an arm and a leg.'
(Artists   know hands and arms are more difficult to paint)
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As incredible as it  sounds, men and women took baths only
twice a year  (May and October) Women  kept their hair
covered, while men shaved their heads  (because of lice and
bugs) and wore wigs.  Wealthy men could afford good  wigs
made from wool. They couldn't wash the wigs, so to clean
them they would  carve out a loaf of  bread, put the wig in
the shell, and bake it for 30  minutes.  The heat  would
make the wig big and fluffy, hence the term 'big  wig.. '
Today we often  use the term 'here comes the Big Wig'
because someone  appears to be or is  powerful and wealthy.
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In the late 1700's,  many houses consisted of a large room
with only one  chair. Commonly, a long  wide board folded
down from the wall, and was used  for dining. The 'head of
the household' always sat in the chair while  everyone else
ate sitting on the  floor.  Occasionally a guest, who was
usually a  man, would be invited to  sit in this chair
during a meal. To sit in the  chair meant you were important
and in charge.  They called the one sitting in  the chair
the 'chair man.'  Today in business, we use the expression
or title  'Chairman' or 'Chairman of  the Board.'
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Personal hygiene left  much room for improvement. As a
result, many women  and men had developed acne  scars by
adulthood. The women would spread bee's  wax over their
facial skin to  smooth out their complexions.  When they
were  speaking to each other, if  a woman began to stare at
another woman's face  she was told, 'mind your own  bee's
wax.'  Should the woman smile, the wax  would crack, hence
the term  'crack a smile'.  In addition, when they sat too
close to the fire, the  wax would melt . . . Therefore, the
expression  'losing face.'
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*Ladies wore corsets,  which would lace up in the front. A
proper and  dignified woman, as in  'straight laced' wore a
tightly tied lace.
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Common entertainment  included playing cards. However, there
was a tax  levied when purchasing  playing cards but only
applicable to the 'Ace of  Spades..'  To avoid  paying the
tax, people would purchase 51 cards instead.  Yet,  since
most  games require 52 cards, these people were thought to
be stupid  or dumb because  they weren't 'playing with a
full deck.'
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Early politicians  required feedback from the public to
determine what the  people considered  important. Since
there were no telephones, TV's or  radios, the politicians
sent their assistants to local taverns, pubs, and bars.
They were told  to 'go sip some Ale and listen to people's
conversations and  political  concerns. Many assistants were
dispatched at different times.   'You go  sip here' and 'You
go sip there.' The two words 'go sip' were  eventually
combined when referring to the local opinion and, thus we
have the  term  'gossip.'
At local taverns,  pubs, and bars, people drank from pint
and quart-sized  containers. A bar  maid's job was to keep
an eye on the customers and keep  the drinks  coming.  She
had to pay close attention and remember who was  drinking in
'pints' and who was drinking in 'quarts,' hence the phrase
'minding  your 'P's  and Q's'.
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One more: bet you  didn't know this!

In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many
freighters carried  iron cannons. Those  cannons fired round
iron cannon balls.  It was  necessary to keep a good  supply
near the cannon. However, how to prevent them from  rolling
about the  deck?  The best storage method devised was a
square-based  pyramid with  one ball on top, resting on four
resting on nine, which  rested on  sixteen.  Thus, a supply
of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a  small  area right
next to the cannon.  There was only one problem...how to
prevent the bottom layer from sliding or rolling from under
the others. The   solution was a metal plate called a
'Monkey' with 16 round indentations.    However, if this
plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust
to   it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make
'Brass Monkeys.' Few  landlubbers realize that brass
contracts much more and much faster than iron   when
chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far,
the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannonballs
would come  right  off the monkey; Thus, it was quite
literally, 'Cold enough to freeze the  balls  off a brass
monkey.' (All this time, you thought that was an  improper
expression, didn't you.)

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Its over

Christmas is not my best time of the year. But with peoples orders I get to stay busy and make something that will make others happy.

I finished all my rock work for peoples Christmas gifts. Thought I'd share some with ya.









Now that I have finished these maybe get back to some glass blasting.



I buy the whisky and take the lable off and blast what ever people want on it.
Hope everyone had a great Christmas and has a HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

IT'S A MAN THING

It's that time of year again, sooooo..............

IT'S A MAN THING

About 2 weeks ago, I was looking around the Web for the BIGGEST sky
rocket that I could get shipped to me via common freight carrier.  I
located a fireworks importer in Wisconsin who had this mondo sky
rocket--biggest thing I had ever seen--called a Sky Dragon.  These things
are 48 inches tall and are mounted on a 1/2-inch wooden dowel. Pure
aerospace engineering.

I plopped down a bunch of money and had him send me two cases of these
things.  They arrived at the freight dock a few days ago and I had to
drive the van over to pick them up.   Two boxes each 2 feet by 2 feet by 4
feet in size containing 80 rockets each.   The 'Class 4 Explosives'
sticker on the side of each box was a real bonus.  I am gonna have to save
them for the scrapbook.

That night, me and the kiddos had a gen-u-ine rocket launch ceremony. I
placed one of these beauties in a liter-size glass bottle and the bottle
fell over.  Hmmmm- this thing was waaay too big.  I looked around the shop
for a pipe to set it in, but realized that the only dirt I could drive the
pipe into was in plain sight of my neighbor's house.  I knew he was a cool
guy, but I didn't want him to call the cops.  You see- 'projectile-type'
fireworks are totally illegal in this county.  I was surprised that the
Buncombe County Sheriff Department wasn't waiting for me at the loading
dock when I picked these things up.  Anyhow, I finally rigged a launch pad
by prying up one of the driveway drain grates with a crowbar and sitting
the stick into the deep pit.  Looked sorta like an ICBM silo with its
hardened lid slid aside.

I asked which of my three kids wanted to light the fuse, but all took a
few steps back and politely declined.  Chicken shits.  Kids just aren't
made the same nowadays.  They fulfill their danger quotient by shooting
bad guys in video games.  About as far from real danger as you can get, if
you ask me.

I told the little weenies to stand back as I bent to light the device
with a Bic lighter.

The lady at the fireworks importer promised me that these things would
NOT make any noise.  I told her that they HAD to be relatively quiet so I
could shoot them off in my neighborhood without causing 'undue alarm'. She
said I wouldn't have any problem.  I emphasized the particular legal
problems I would have if  there were any type of loud report at apogee.  I
emphasized the fact that I lived right next to a National Park and that
any type of firework that was discharged or assumed to be discharged on
that property would get me sent before a FEDERAL judge right before I got
sent to the COUNTY judge.  She again assured me I would have no problem.

That lying bitch.

That rocket engine had a burn time about as long as any I had EVER seen,
and the ascent echoed off the surrounding trees.   Diamond shock pattern
extended from the back end.  It kept going and going and going.  When it
hit apogee at about 1000 feet,  the rocket disintegrated into a huge
shower of silent red sparks.  Pretty cool, I thought......until the shower
of sparks burned out and suddenly transformed into a cloud of extremely
bright and loud explosions. The kids scrambled into the back door 'Three
Stooges' style (ie where all three try to get through the same closed
door at once) and left me standing in the smoking haze waiting for the
cops to arrive. The dogs that live along our street were all barking their
heads off at the apparition they had just witnessed in the night sky

That ended the fireworks test for the night.

The next day, my oldest son Doug and I decided we were gonna 'neuter' one
of the rockets so it wouldn't make any noise.  I took him into the closet
where I store the gardening tools and he saw these two huge cases of
fireworks standing there.  The kid went nuts.  He wanted to open BOTH
boxes so he could see what all 159 rockets looked like lined up next to
each other.  This kid has promise.  I told him "Since mom only thinks I
have a few of these things lying around, maybe that wasn't such a good
idea."  He mulled that over for a few seconds, then gave me a real big
smile in agreement.

We pulled one of the rockets out of the box and re-locked the closet
door.

He and I both sat down on the driveway and proceeded to take it apart. It
was a standard issue big-ass Chinese sky rocket.  I bet they used these to
kill people 500 years ago.   As I sat there taking layer after layer of
paper off, his brain was filling with the details of construction. Tissue,
cardboard, plastic, fuses...etc. Realizing that he was mentally storing
the design for some future project sorta made me shudder.    All I was
thinking was the fact that this thing was probably put together by a
political prisoner in a hellhole somewhere who is probably gonna get
'executed' so they can sell his internal organs on the transplant market.

Probably not too far from the facts, but I managed to do a bit of
explaining to him from the standpoint of aerospace engineering regarding
how the thing worked.  Doug is probably the only 4th grader in the U.S.
who can now describe the principle of thrust using a control volume model.

The rocket was pretty simple.  It had a very large booster engine topped
with a warhead that contained the red sparkly things that exploded.
Removing the warhead was as simple as giving a quick twist, and I assumed
the neutered rocket would fly higher without the payload.  I was correct.
Doug and I did a daylight 'stealth' test and were able to add about 50% to
the altitude attained the previous night.  We decided to modify four more
rockets and put them aside in the closet for easy access.  When this was
done, Doug had a jar full of stuff that came out of the warheads
including 12 fuses about 3-inches long each, some paper, 4 plastic
nosecones and a big handfull of these little black balls about the size of
12-gauge buckshot that turned out to be the 'red sparkly popper things'.
It appeared that the outer layer was a simple gunpowder coating designed
to quickly burn off as red shower of sparks.   I surmised that the inner
core had some kind of magnesium thermite that gave off an intense white
light and a loud bang.  Pretty cool if you ask me.   Lots of energy packed
into one teeny little ball.

I didn't want to see the popper thingies go to waste, so I told Doug we
were gonna put them in a hole in the ground and set them off.  He gave me
another big smile.

It's amazing how kids think alike...even when separated by 30 years.

As I was digging a shallow hole with my hand, Doug asked if it would be
alright to put an army man next to these things so that "When they go off,
it would look like he was getting shot with a maching gun".
Dang....exactly what I was thinking.  I agreed and he ran off to his room
to dig something out of the mess.  He returned in about 3 seconds, out of
breath and  holding a cheap plastic imitation of Robert E. Lee on
horseback and a Civil War cannon.  I pointed out that they didn't have
true machine guns in the Civil War, but we would overlook this for the
purpose of the demonstration.  He handed me the action figure and I placed
it and the cannon next to a rather large pile of black beads from which a
few of the fuses extended.

I figured that three inches of fuse would take 2 seconds to burn, so I
had at least that amount of time to stand up and take a few steps back.  I
neglected to recount the night before.....when the warhead ignited
IMMEDIATELY upon reaching apogee.  Tricky Chinese.  They had installed
extremely fast-burning fuse in these things and that fact totally escaped
me.

I squatted next to Robert Lee and gave a short eulogy.  Doug laughed. I
took the trusty Bic lighter and placed it next to the fuse.  One flick got
the lighter going and THIS IMAGE IS ONE I WILL REMEMBER FOR A LONG TIME.
My hand holding a lighter next to a pile of explosives.

There is usually a short but noticeable mental pause that occurs
immediately before something bad or really stupid happens.  It is where
that little voice in your head says "You dumbass."

The fuse burn time was in the 1/1000ths of a second range.   The pile of
little popper thingy's immediately ignited into a tremendously brilliant
ball of fire.  All I could think was ..."...th....th.....thermite..."
Unfortunately, when they are viewed at ground level, these little popper
thingies become REALLY BIG POPPER THINGIES and have a tendency to jump up
to 15-feet in every direction from their point of ignition.  I
instantaneously became engulfed in a ball of fire that sounded a lot like
being in a half-done bag of Orville Reddenbacher's popcorn.

It was all over about as fast as I could snap my fingers.

After the smoke cleared, Doug started laughing his butt off.  That meant
I was still in one piece.  Doug does not laugh at dismembered limbs.   He
said I jumped about 10-feet, an action that I do not remember.  I checked
my clothes for burn marks, and found none.  He checked my back to make
sure it was not on fire.  No combustion there.  The driveway was peppered
with black holes where the concrete had been scarred from these things.

A close one.  Another REAL close one.  My mind ran the tapes again to
re-hash what it had seen.  All I remembered was being inside something
akin to a 30-foot diameter........flaming dandelion.  Whew.

We examined Ol' Robert E. at ground-zero.

Instead of a machine-gun peppering, he got nuked.   He and the horse he
rode in on.......and his cannon too.  One side was untouched, but the
other side was arc-welded.  Real warfare.  Doug examined it real
quiet-like and then started laughing again.

I assume he will remember the finer points of the lesson as he grows
older. When I now speak of 'almost being burned beyond recognition' he
will have a slightly better understanding of what I mean.  I hope that
this vivid image tempers the knowledge he now has regarding rocket
construction. O well.  After all, if your dad isn't gonna teach you how to
get your ass blown off, who will?