Oh no, the alarms telling me it time to get out of the fart sack. Time to get the three S's done and head back to the w place.

We are going to see the historical parts of the USA. You know, stuff that is OLDER that 120 years old. One of the many places is from the first time we had to whip the British during the revolution.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buckman_Tavern

We had to whip them a second time in 1812 to get them to leave us alone. That is a different historical place.

We are gonna spend the night in Plymouth, MA and go see Plymouth Rock (1620!). I hear the Mayflower2 is in port now. That will be cool.

In Oklahoma we have only a handful of buildings from the very late 1800s and nothing older.

I do as well but he was in a hurry to get the job done. I was just the helper today so I did what he asked. The plumber is coming in Friday to move the pipes for the new kitchen layout. It's crazy as the existing space was just beautiful as it was but the lady wants it all redone with a completely different layout, a large window and new flooring. The floor was installed by the PO about 2 years ago!

http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1465333166.jpg

Fast thinking!

better have google on speed search if she wants a picture.

It's been many years since I was last bit by 240VAC. Not something I really want to experience again but 3.3VDC @ 35A scares me more.

When I was a teen I was helping my Dad on a Saturday wire up a large animal vet hospital.

It was a large steel building. I was on a wooden ladder wiring a 220 outlet for an examination room when some joker carpenter removed the wirelock and sign my Dad put on the electrical box and turned the juice on so he could plug in his saw. I had both hands "in the box" stripping wire ends wiring up a receptacle...Heard a loud crack and it bit me hard on the hands and my arms felt like they were about 3 inches long. My head was close enough to a steel beam my hair arced and singed and I was knocked off the ladder.

After checking that I was okay my Dad walked slowly over to the carpenter and punched his lights out then we packed our stuff up and left. My Dad quit that job and refused to do any more work for that contractor.

It sucked having a burr hair cut in Junior High in the early 70's.

wow he is lucky. under the new rules of the company that's a great way to get fired for violation of safety practices. That and the we would have taken him out back and wired up the 220 to his privates for good measure.

That's when most construction workers were only a dingy away from being a drunken sailor.

My worst hit was 850V pulses from a radar modulator circuit. The chassis went live (when it should have been ground) and I happened to have one hand holding it at the time.

Off to demolish some more stuff.


The same lady's sister now wants me to cut her lawn. This is starting to sound like work.

Ewwww.

The good thing is that I can just drive my tractor around the block and do the work.

Good Hump day morning.

As a kid I was much like a smaller version of me now, always wanting to know how things work. That was back in the stone ages and TV repair shops were in every shopping center and every grocery and hardware store had tube testers. There was a TV repair shop just a few hundred yard from our house. I am sure I was a pest but the "old" man (likely over 55 years old!) wast patient with me and let me watch and he was probably distracted by me. He discharged the capacitor from the tube right into his arm. It blew him backwards across the room. For some reason he started cussing and I learned a few new words. I was always VERY careful around TVs when replacing tubes after that. :eek:

In electronics class in HS we made a very impressive looking handwriting analysis tester. It had all kinds of oscilloscopes and boards with tubes glowing etc. Basically it was a pencil and a sheet of paper with aluminum foil under the paper. The pencil and foil were hooked up to a bank of capacitors that gave a very startling shock. We had it so it was hooked up to the scopes making neat waves and stuff While you showed how it worked, then flipped the switch for a new "test" and it instead hooked up the caps. Amazed me how many fell for it. They thought they were actually safe because they were holding a wooden pencil with wires connected to it and writing on paper with wires connected to it.

Amazing that no-one in our class ever got shocked by all the TVs we worked on. Something about making sure we grounded out the tube and transformer with a huge screwdriver after anytime they were plugged in.

Never played with electricity much as a kid but I do remember when I used to work with dad doing commercial flooring he was trimming some carpet with a push trimmer. All the circuits were supposed to be off in the room since it was all exposed wires. He hit one with the trimmer and welded the blade to the chassis. After that he always asked the electricians to prove it was off by grabbing a wire. None would do it but dad tripped more than a few breakers when touching the wires together. Seems they forget a lot. I am sure not all are that way.

There was a funny picture at the service. Patrick was at the state fair and his fiancee met him there and had just started dating at the time. They had just started walking in and Governor Walker walked over and asked if he could get his picture taken with Patrick.

morning all. went to a school breakfast this am. The little one (freshman not so little) was one of 25 students of the quarter. Mom was beaming.

Funny how we parents view our kids - RE "little one".

Dad still introduces me as his boy.

Mine to.

for that matter my sister introduces me as her little brother. I am a foot taller.

Same here. Though I do still think of her as my big sister as well.

Using terms like "my boy" and big or little are terms used when you are younger so it makes them feel younger to use them.

Don't actually remember my Dad ever introducing me when I was in ear shot. If so, don't remember how he referred to me.