In the big inning there was the typewriter and gelatin transfer mimeo. In that era Judy and I were the leaders of a square dance group called the “Sage Hoppers.” I produced the monthly news letter on “spirit transfer stencils” and a tray of transfer gelatin. Believe it or not, the product is still out there. I Googled it and was directed to a tattoo supply company. The product is used to transfer designs to the skin to guide the creation of the tattoo.
Next came the ham radio and QSL cards for spreading the words. I sold my ham radio intending to buy a better one but instead purchased a CompuColor II computer based on the intel 8080A CPU and 32 kilobytes of memory. With a 300 baud modem we could have posted notes on the popular bulletin boards of the day but that was not exciting to us. Glen and I were both learning to program in Basic and Assembly languages. We were computer geeks with a capital ‘G.’ Read More »
Traveling around the way we do you never know when an opportunity is going to step up and smack you in the solar plexus. Here I am at sister Holly’s lakeside home sitting around like it is Margaritaville. We are swimming and having a great time when my Nephew, Carl Morgan, asks if I want to come over and play with him on his portable sawmill. Now beings the only productive thing I have done all week is wash the coach and trailer, I said “sure, why not.”
Now Carl marches to a different drummer than most. He guides white water rafts on the Wenatchee and Skykomish rivers. He is building a house for his family. Once before I said sure and I spent the day running a Bobcat Digger. You can check out these stories at [Life is a Journey] and [Horse Feathers and River Rats]
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From 1962 to 1966 I worked as a telegrapher on the Northern Pacific Railroad. It started a lifetime interest in railroads. I worked in depots up and down the Northern Pacific line from Thompson Falls Montana to Toppenish Washington. On Tuesday this week I got to play trains on one of the same branch lines that I worked as a telegrapher. This time I got to play with the real trains.
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From time to time we get invited to hang out in someone’s driveway. Usually the invitation must be declined because our rig is simply too large to fit. Our rig is nearly the size of an 18-wheeler. Parking on the street usually doesn’t work either because most communities have ordinances against such activities. We got away with it at Glen and Barb’s home in Gilroy for a week. Next time we showed up the city police arrived shortly after we did and gave us until noon to be out of town. Barb’s parents invited us by this week. Read More »
As promised in my last blog, we started the grand adventure on Tuesday, July 13th. Sometimes these things just have a plan of their own. Join us on an alternate grand adventure. Read More »
We have launched Regal Jug for the summer season this last weekend. Neil and Renee with Granddaughter Georgia joined us for an overnight outing. We got in a couple hours of hot sailing both Saturday and Sunday. Here are some things that we learned… Read More »
Nana and Papa accompanied Renee, Neil and Georgia to the clinic today where we all came face to face with grandchild number five. The baby is about 28 weeks along and she smiled at us, waved and then yawned to tell us she was ready for us to buzz off. The view was clear enough that we could see a dimple in her cheeks when she smiled, just like Sister Georgia. Read More »
We have been in the great Pacific Northwest for over a week now and all I can say is; ‘Enough already with the rain.’ We are keeping busy enough with diaper finishing tasks for Renee’s business, but we are getting way behind on our bicycle riding. Meanwhile I have been copying photos from the 1970’s into the computer and these show many of our early experiences with sailing. The rest of this blog will give an in depth discussion of my many years of sailing fever Read More »
We have been rushing back toward Portland this week. Three days of over 200 miles each puts us in Florence, Oregon. Normally we like to mosey, but we have covered this leg of the trip several times. The scenery is beautiful but I guess we are anxious to get it over with and see our family and friends back home. Read More »
My son Glen and I worked in the Prop Shop at the Wings of History Museum over the weekend. What we were doing was painting something. It is not exactly a prop as in airplane propeller. Yet it is a prop in another sense: Read More »
