Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Note: Between 7/27 and 11/29/93 we stayed at Joanne’s house about a week, during which time a squall line came across Lake Erie with 100 MPH winds that lasted for 15 minutes. It was like the end of the world, and the one room with three glass walls facing Lake Erie was totally destroyed, most of the windows in the house were broken, the chimney was blown down, and the roof was trashed. Giant Maple trees were blown down, and their roots dragged up and opened a gas pipeline, which did not mix well with the live electric wires that were down everywhere. We all had to evacuate the neighborhood, and the word was that no-one had power from Toledo to Erie, PA, in some cases for three days and longer. I finally managed to get the trailer and drag out my small buck saw, and cut up the tree limbs trapping the trailer. One oak limb was about four inches thick, and when I cut it I was nearly knocked off the ladder. We needed a new antenna and vent cover, but the roof was still intact – no big holes.
After Joanne’s house we went back to Indianapolis, and I painted the trailer roof and repaired the roof vent and antenna. I also got a part time job with a small company, working four hours per day five days per week, developing a saccrometer which would measure the sweetness of fruit using nuclear magnetic resonance. It was similar to the MRI machines that compete with CAT machines, except it did not form an image – it measured how sticky (thick) the juice was. In two months I solved the problems that they had had for two years and had a successful demonstration at Purdue, but then I quit because we were heading for Mexico to spend the winter.
Monday, October 31, 2011
I have only three more calls to make (lines busy and no answer or machine) and I'll finally be ready for the next two days running the safe driving course. It essentially takes three days our of my life every month, and I have been at it for five or six years, so it's about time to find something else to do. It's not very challenging any more, and doing the same thing month after month gets boring.
I do have two bags of candy ready for tonight - all Heath bars, the BW's favorite. I am confident that she will snap up any leftovers and keep me on the straight and narrow.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
9/27/93 – I got the headlights fixed in Medicine Hat Monday AM – new headlight switch and new dimmer switch for $75 Canadian. Then we made Moose Jaw, Winnipeg (the Stampede was still going on). Dryden (trees, lakes, and rocks), Thunder Bay (rode our bikes 2 ½ miles to town – had a supper break at a 7/11 store with a super sub and cake). Wawa (still rugged and remote), then Indian River on Sunday (Michigan) and Hartland on Monday. Tuesday we made it to Joanne’s house and parked in her front yard. She wanted us to drive between the houses and park on Lake Erie, but I didn’t think I could get back out again.
Someone lost a muffler on Lake Shore Drive (I90) about 1 ½ miles before the 152nd Street exit, and all five lanes of traffic stopped. I locked the brakes, and we had eight wheels screaming – fortunately the guy in front of me decided to go again, but I got it from 55 down to about 30 in fairly short order. I guess it’s good to know that everything works.
Looking back, it doesn’t seem possible that we skipped nine days between entries – I did laundry in Moose Jaw (Monday) and again in Hartland (another Monday). We got a booklet with a local map of Wawa from the campground, but there were lots of visitor centers that we skipped.
We ran into an Escapee yesterday, in Hartland, MI. He has been full timing for 13 years and was complaining that it gets harder every time he has to hitch up. If he retired when he was 65 he would be 78 now – and that’s about how he looks. He said “No hugs” - and I said – “The thought never crossed my mind,” which was exactly true. He didn’t think much of the idea of driving to Alaska – and the service manager at the Chrysler-Plymouth dealership that fixed the headlights couldn’t understand why I would want to go. “It’s just like here” was his comment (Medicine Hat).
It was cool in Canada compared to here (Cleveland – 15 degrees warmer), and even Michigan is 10 degrees warmer than were we have been.
The BW called Betty Jane (another sister) at home with Jeff and got her. Joanne and the BW were both dismayed that Betty has gone back to Jeff one more time.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
When I was in high school, I went to a school that wasn't as small as the one in Hoosiers, but still was small by the standards of the big city schools. I played ball during the same years as the story in Hoosiers is set (1951 and 1952) and I remember a lot of basketball games where the final sore was 101 to 102 (or 103) or 61 to 62. I always thought that there really wasn't a clear victor when the scores were so close, but I guess that is what made the games so exciting - much more immediate than football or track.
Anyway, I took back three books to the library today, and realized that there are three huge walls of DVD's and Bluerays, covered with the disks on edge from floor to ceiling, and along a lot of feet of "bookcase". I looked along one, and checked out Hoosiers just to see how it looks on our living room TV. I watched it this afternoon, and even though I had seen it a couple of times before, I had forgotten the details of the story - just that it is an exceptionally good movie, at least for me. It is copyrighted in 1986 but the story is about the 1952 state championship. If you haven't seen it for a long time, it is really worth watching.
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