Dad gave me back the lathe I gave him….he has other toys. Including a production system for firewood. So I got same maple (I think) and rough turned some bowls.Continue reading
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My folks asked me to get my stuff out of their storage. Included was my old West Point uniforms…and something special.Continue reading
Mr Ed Cabral was My Math Teacher from 1987-9. David Grant, a classmate and friend, wrote these comics about him, and our friends in our class.
Mr Cabral recently passed away. I post these in his memory. All work is Copyright David Grant, 1988 (or maybe 89)Continue reading
When I was a kid, I fell in love with the book “Look to the Mountain” about settlers in Middle New Hampshire. The Mountain in the title is Chocorua. This weekend I got to meet her in person; on May 3rd my son and I hiked up Mount Chororua.
This was my favorite New Hampshire hike thus far. Highlights include a River crossing, a Bald Eagle sighting, a fun boulder problem in a stellar setting, and 360 degree views of the White Mountains from the summit on clear day. The last was made the more special by picking out the previous hikes. I think my hiking partner is starting to get an appreciation for geology and geography.Continue reading
Home made Matzo
Sufficient quantities to afflict everyone.
I spent the past six work days in a courthouse as a juror. It was a civil case, involving a house repair after a burst pipe flooded it. Verdict went in at around 3 PM (Aug. 2)
There is so much you don’t know on a jury. You can only consider the evidence placed before you…and sometimes you have to forget something you learned before the witness reacts to the word “Objection.”
It was a construction case, and, despite having grown up as the son (and sometimes employee) of a construction contractor, they chose me anyway. I don’t think it colored my reasoning anyway.
Based on this incomplete information, we had to award money to one or the other; doing nothing was, in effect, awarding money to the client who had not paid.
While I did not agree with the other eleven people on the jury about all of the outcomes (there were several charges both ways) I was very thankful to have all of them share the burden of making the decision. I can only imaging the burden carried by a judge in arbitration.
On the other hand, in arbitration, the judge can do research. We couldn’t. We had to even forget things we know about construction (like you postpone work on the outside to get the people back inside) if it was not presented as evidence.
I was very thankful to have my dad to talk this over with afterwards as he has fifty plus years in the construction industry. He clarified some of my assumptions (based on the incomplete information I gave him) and I think I can let go of my doubts. I can sleep soundly tonight knowing I did the best I could, and that, most likely, justice was served.
The number one thing I took away from this experience is, with anything involving contracting, or money in general, is to get everything in writing, communicate as clearly as possible. Aside from covering you for a future lawsuit, it might help prevent that lawsuit by keeping the other person on track. Run your business such that someone else could step in and take over from you, and know exactly what you were doing…or you can hand over what you want to a brand new contractor and they could take over. Obviously, that is a high bar to clear, but the better you do, the better for all involved.
Looking for Andre
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(to the tune of Jessie’s Girl. Yes, that old tune by Rick Springfield. I’m old and watched too much MTV back when it still played videos. Based on real events.)
The Wrestle Off
The members of the team had rolled out the resilite mats in the back gym. The air was barely heated, so they had been hard to the touch as the boys rolled them in three straight sheets. The kinetic energy of a pair of teenage boys transferred to the friction of the shoes applied a sheering force that would separate untaped mats. That was acceptable during a normal practice, when the mats would be shared by a half dozen pairs at once. During a real match they would be taped together, to prevent them from separating during the bouts. The tape was an expense that the cash strapped athletic department wouldn’t waste on a practice. But there was no risk of separation during the opening half of this practice. The mats were rimmed with spectators, the members of the team focused on the two participants in the center. During a normal practice, the mats might be rolled out with either side up. The lesser used side had five circles, laid out like the dots on a die showing 5.