The Left Wing

You "prolly" can't see it very well in the photo, but yes there is a screw loose. Those of you that know me know what airline I fly, and the really close, know where I was last week.

I took the photo from about 20000 feet and 4 rows back from the exit row on the left side. It's a screw on top of the engine nacelle. The gate agent saw the photo when I got off the aircraft. He ran down the jetway.

It made me quite un-easy sitting there watching that screw for 45 minutes, but I kept a bead on it. (Didn't see it till we were at cruse alt.)

Those of you that really, really, really know me also know my political leanings. We now have evidence. The left wing really does have a screw loose. :),

Ohm's Law and Other "Current Paths".

I got to work this morning, and a co-worker had sent this in the mail. At work we deal with electronics, and this just made me laugh out loud. If you use Ohms law, you'll know what I mean. And if you work in an office too, consider it icing on the cake.

Where this originated from, I don't know, but thanks for the laugh Matt!




A Kansas farm wife called the local phone company to report her telephone failed to ring when her friends called and that on the few occasions, when it did ring, her dog always moaned right before thephone rang. The telephone repairman proceeded to the scene, curious to see this psychic dog or senile lady. He climbed a telephone pole, hooked in his test set, and dialed the subscriber's house. The phone didn't ring right away, but then the dog moaned several times and the telephone began to ring. Climbing down from the pole, the telephone repairman found:

1. The dog was tied to the telephone system's ground wire with a steelchain and collar.

2. The wire connection to the ground rod was loose.

3. The dog was receiving 90 volts of signaling current when the number was called.

4. After a couple of jolts, the dog would start moaning and then urinate.

5. The wet ground would complete the circuit, thus causing the phone to ring.



Which demonstrates that some problems CAN be fixed by pissing and moaning.

Welcome

Let me explain about Owl Creek...

Have you ever been any place that causes your shoulders to drop; causes a pause; or breathe a sigh of relief? That is what happens when we go to what we call Owl Creek. It's just a small piece of ground, it's near the creek, it's kinda isolated, it's kinda in town... and it's all ours.

My wife and I go there on weekends. I cut grass. WE shed the weeks' anxieties. There is no internet access, cell phones are iffy, no TV except what we bring as disk, and that is exactly what makes it awesome. Jan and I get a chance to talk and re-connect. Some might not find that as exciting as I do but she's cool. She fights the forces of evil all week (anything that usurps liberty) and needs decompression as much as I do. I admit that sometimes I don't listen as much as I should, and I don't hear as well as I used to, but trust me, talking with your wife can exorcise many demons. When is the last time you talked to your wife?

Sometimes we ask friends. Friend Bob finds the shoulder drop one of the nicest aspects too.

Am I bragging here. Damned right. I hope you can find your own Owl Creek.

So the name of this blog is Owl Creek Gazette. What does that mean? Well I'm not sure yet, but, from time to time, thoughts pop into my head and this extra venue might help me vent. This might turn into a whole new publication - on paper - who knows.

Shhhh... I hear an owl.