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| CDCT 2008 Recognized Dressage Competition - June 2008 |
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For several years we've participating in schooling, i.e. practice, shows, were we could ride before a judge without the overhead of a recognized show. This year we were ready, I sincerely hoped, to move up to the big time! Pictured, left, are Tyler and I performing the Training Level I test at the Cayuga Dressage and Cross Training Association sanctioned dressage competition in Horseheads, NY. Despite the 6 inches of mud in the arena, courtesy of a cloudburst the previous day, we enjoyed ourselves.
Competing in the show gave me a new perspective. Used to watching other riders perform I didn't see a single test all the way through this year. There was always something to do. Horses are wary of everything new. Twice each day we toured the grounds while I showed Tyler where all the horse-eating monsters lived. Water buckets need filling and hay provided. All that hay had to come out somewhere and that had to be shoveled. Dressing inside a hot, cramped, trailer I know now how Superman feels changing in a phone booth.
The months before this show Tyler'd undergone a personality change ... not for the best. When I wanted stop he wanted to walk, trot when asked to walk and cantered when cued to trot. As for cantering, let's not go there. Warming up the evening before the first day of competition he pretty much ignored me. Had he read my mind something about a glue factory would've been in his thoughts. Saturday and Sunday he behaved, for him, and I was pleased with the scores for the four tests. Judging was tough but fair and consistent. Scores in the 60's (out of 100) are considered good. We earned scores in the mid-50's coming home with a second, third and two fourth place ribbons. Again, we were the high point male / male pair. Again, I was the only male entered. This is a great sport!
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| Hamming It Up Again |
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Even in grade school radio fascinated me. It was magic, your voice picked up by a microphone and heard on the other side of the world. I earned my first "ham" license in 1960 just prior to starting high school. From then on through college and into my first job I communicated with ham operators throughout the world. In the early 80's other interests replaced radio and, though holding my license, I was inactive.
Once retired, interest waxed anew. In the intervening years technological change has been amazing. No longer using a microphone I type at a keyboard. The computer encodes my words, sends them to the transmitter and off they go where the process runs in reverse. Replacing my top-of-the-line 1970's equipment, requiring 4 feet of desk space to hold three boxes weighing up to 35 pounds each, are two, small, cigar box size units hooked to a computer. Pictured right is Ed with his new toys.
Antennas however don't shrink in size. After the attic antenna failed to put out much of a signal a fellow ham and former work colleague at Lockheed Martin, Mike G. suggested I look at vertical antennas. Pictured left is the new backyard vertical. At 24 feet tall complete with its' coils, and 2500 feet of Copper wire buried in the yard I'm communicating with the world again.
The magic hasn't changed though. Communicating with the Ukraine today is as much fun as communicating across town 48 years ago.
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| Sedona, Arizona, & The Grand Canyon February, 2008 |
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Pastels ... as we approached Sedona in the Red Rock country of northern Arizona colors became muted with the palette, aside from the black of blacktop and pine tree's dark greens, reduced to shades of tans, reds and browns.
Views similar to the one pictured ((left) are typical of the terrain around Sedona. This shot was taken from the main street of a small development in the Village of Oak Creek just south of Sedona proper. Imagine this view greeting you in morning light as you awaken.
February 17thJoyce, her brother Ed and I enjoyed a week long group tour, Sedona and The Grand Canyon, presented by the University of Northern Arizona through the Elderhostel organization.
Morning lectures by naturalists, geologists and ecologists prepared us for day trips to Sedona and Jerome, AZ, and the Montezuma and Tuzigoot National Monuments. The highlight of the trip was undoubtedly the day spent on the South rim of the Grand Canyon.
The group featured an eclectic mix of (primarily) retirees from across the United States. Those of us from the East Coast and Midwest welcomed the warmer weather and sunshine while those from the West Coast felt more comfortable with a few more layers of clothing applied.
Sedona is a tourist town. A free trolley service runs through the primary shopping areas and pedestrians have the right-of-way. Tourist bobbles and paintings and sculptures suitable for a big city gallery are found next to each other. Browsing upscale galleries we saw handmade Hopi and Navajo rugs ranging from table place mat to room size. Accompanying each piece is documentation and the story of its' maker. Joyce and her brother, Ed, each bought place mat size pieces. The store carried hand made saddle blankets but I couldn't see putting one on a hot, sweaty horse at the price. Touring art galleries, and being in the southwest, I was in horse heaven and came home with a print "Mustang Storm."
We left Sedona for the Canyon and, rising out of the valley, encountered more and more snow until, reaching Flagstaff, AZ, snow was all around and deep. Dozens of cinder cones, extinct volcanoes, surround Flagstaff. If you live there it's a common site but was eerie to me.
I wasn't prepared for the immensity of the Grand Canyon. There's no place to stand and take it all in. I'd unconsciously expected a wide chasm with the Colorado River, far below, running through it, forgetting that in 15 million years or so the river had plenty of time to wander. I can't really say we ever saw the north rim. Our first look at the canyon was at the site where the Little Colorado joins the canyon.
No, we haven't each suddenly gained 20 pounds (pictured left). A stiff breeze and temperatures in the low 30's had us wearing every layer of fleece and polypro we had.
We walked the trail from the main ranger station to the site of Bright Angel Lodge. Taking pictures of couples, strangers, I did my best to improve Chinese - American relations. Sitting in the lodge one could here languages from all over the world spoken.
I don't understand why more people don't fall into the canyon. Along this 2.3 mile trail only a few lookouts included guard rails. One could see footprints in the snow where the more foolhardy walked out to the edge for an unforgettable, and perhaps last, vacation photo.
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| Ice Sculpture On The Ithaca Commons December 8, 2007 |
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The Ithaca Commons is the heart of downtown Ithaca. On any given day entertainers, students from Cornell and Ithaca Colleges, political advocates and the occasional civilian gravitate to the shops and restaurants located there. This year businesses there sponsored ice sculptures on The Commons and other venues around town. In return each shop received a sculpture representative of there business.
The Snow Queen
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| Vacation on the Main Seacoast - September 28 Through 30, 2007 |
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The Maine coast is a beautiful place, particularly so this last September weekend of 2007. The extended summer continued tempering cold breezes off the Atlantic. Joyce and I lodged at the Beachmear Inn in Ogunquit, Me , hard by the shore. With the Beachmere centrally located "downtown" a 10 minute to 15 minute walk in any direction took us to all of the town's attractions. This assumes one pays attention to where one is going. Both of us being geographically challenged we saw much more of the area than we'd expected.
Our primary occupations were eating, walking, shopping and eating. Downtown Ogunquit offered coffee and chocolate shops several to the block and restaurants from fast food to fine dining. We came back with shortened Christmas lists.
Pictured left the Atlantic surf meets the shoreline below the cliff at the Beachmere. Mainer's are proud of it's rocky coastline ... which is fortunate as they have so much of it.
Running about a mile from Perkin's Cove to Ogunquit Beach the Marginal Way skirts the seacoast offering ocean views to one side and those of some very expensive homes to the other. The 5-foot wide path occupies a thin strip of public property along the top of a cliff ceded by the homeowners to the town in the tradition of beaches being public to all in Maine. Studded with memorial benches and lookouts you can watch the ocean or the people walking by. We spent some time watching folks who lingered too long too far out as the tide rolled in. Taking too much time searching for a "feet dry" way back most got very wet. Entering conveniently from the Beachmere we enjoyed this walk every morning and evening of our stay.
John Lane's Ogunquit Playhouse offered a professional road show performance of "The Full Monty". Based on the original British film the Americanized play takes place in Buffalo, NY, around the closing of a steel mill. At the end of the play the cast does perform a Full Monty ... simultaneous with a bank of lights behind them comes on blinding the audience. Sally Struthers, Gloria on "All in the Family" played Jeanette, a brassy accompanist.
Our favorite spot on the Marginal Way was a nearby perennial garden, a portion of which is show below. The garden wrapped around a private home and was meticulously maintained.
We took an afternoon drive to Sanford, Maine where my parents lived when they were first married. During WWII Dad served in the Navy and was stationed for a time at the Naval Air Station - Sanford. Sanford was one of several auxiliary fields supporting the nearby primary Naval Air Station - Brunswick. All that remains from the 40's are the (then named) Sanford textile mill and the airfield.
Sohier Town Park, Maine, fronts Nubble Light, one of Maine's best known, most visited and photographed lighthouses. Sited on a small island access is via boat. The light and outbuildings have fallen into disrepair though the light is still an active U.S. Coast Guard navigation aid. To raise funds for restoration the town Historical Society was running a raffle, the first prize being a weekend at the light ... unfortunately prior to the restoration!
On arrival we'd read our room's guest book remarking that previous guests wrote of their fifth, tenth and even fifteenth stay in this particular room. Now we know why!
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| Tibetin Mandala's, Cornell University, September 22, 2007 |
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During the Dalai Lama's visit to Ithaca dedicating a local monastery for the Monks of the Namgyal Monastery, Tibetan monks constructed both Shri Kalachakra sand and Thread Cross Mandala's, temporary homes for Buddhist deities, at the Herbert F. Johnson Museum of Art on the Cornell University campus. Formerly constructed only in monasteries the Dalai Lama has encouraged placing them in public places to spread Tibetan culture and preserve the tradition.
Both mandala's were deconstructed after the Dali Lama's visit to Ithaca was completed. Shri Kalachakra's sand grains were carried to the shore of Beebe lake where they were poured into the water freeing the blessings of the deities housed within.

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| Phelps Mansion Civil War Living History Day - May 20, 2007 |
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The Phelps Mansion Museum, 191 Court Street Binghamton, NY, hosted its' first annual Civil War History Day on May 20, 2007. Reenactors portraying both civilian and military historical figures of the time gave an air of authenticity to the event. Architect Isaac G.Perry built the mansion in 1870 for Sherman D Phelps. Phelps, who served as mayor of Binghamton, was a banker and businessman. The Monday Afternoon Club currently resides at the Mansion. Sarah Phelps Ireland was the wife of the 137thNY Regiment of Volunteer Infantry's Colonel, David Ireland.
In addition to the martial displays we were treated to period foods. I was partial to the dessert cookies. For the more adventurous hard tack, a cracker with the compressive strength of concrete was available. Given the absence of weevils and the fact that I was able to break off a chunk with my teeth authenticity is in question.
A reenactor portraying a Sergeant Major of 79thNY Regiment of Volunteer Infantry, also known as the "Cameron Highlanders.", drew our attention on entering the mansions ballroom. No, we didn't ask what he wore, or did not wear, under his kilt.
A reenactor serving as a private at the company level can take on the persona of famous historical persons. Present today included Confederate officers Gens. Lewis Armistead and George Pickett, Col. John Bowie Magruder, and Union officers Gen. George S. Greene and Col. David Ireland.
Period dancing took place in the ballroom with all comers' welcome. Joyce dances a Virginia reel with the gallant Sgt. Major and other reenactors. Being on the awkward side I declined, pretending I had to take pictures.
Reenactors from the 137thNY Regiment of Volunteer Infantry and the 1st Virginia Cavalry Company A who appeared at the Phelps mansion will also participate at the upcoming Fifth Annual Pierce Creek Civil War Event
"This From George." So ended many of the letters from Sergeant George Englis, a member of the 89th NY Regiment of Volunteer Infantry, Binghamton's "other" regiment. Eileen Patch, right, a descendant of the soldier's sister, Sarah, presented transcriptions of Sgt. Englis's letters in Sarah's persona. The war was hard on George. The wound received one week prior to Lee's surrender at Appomattox Courthouse led to his early death.
| Cayuga Dressage & Combined Training Schooling Show - August 26, 2006 |
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It's said you always remember your first time. My amateur dressage competitive debut occurred at the CDCT 2006 Casual Show at Foxtail Farm in Horseheads, NY. It was memorable.
Guided by my instructor, Donna, Tyler and I gelled over the winter of 2005 and spring of 2006. While not an accomplished rider I began to felt comfortable in the saddle. Compared to a real or "recognized" dressage competition a casual show allowed me to ride in front of a judge and audience in a low-pressure environment. A casual or schooling show is for learning. Dress rules are relaxed, coats, high boots, ties and white riding pants are optional ... just be neat. The judge can speak to you during or after the test with suggestions for improvement. At a recognized show conversation with a judge, more than a good morning or nod of the head, is a major no-no.
Preparation begins several days before a show. For cleaning nooks and crannies of saddle and tack toothbrushes and cue-tips are indispensable. "Bon Ami" works well on grungy stirrup pads but the secret to brightly polished boots will have to remain shrouded. Tyler had a tail shampoo then Donna banged, cut the end parallel with the ground, it.
The morning of the show Tyler got a bath and shine before loading him into the trailer. We shared a ride with Deborah and her horse, Spunks, who was also making his debut.
Behind every rider is a terrific groom. I don't think I was nervous but do remember trying to put my riding pants on over my walking shorts! Donna tacked Tyler, warmed us up and got us to be we were supposed to be on time. It was all I could do to take care of myself.
Tyler was relatively calm in spite of the new surroundings. Other than the horse eating white poles and trellises along the side of the warm-up ring and the long green boxes outside the competition arena, hiding god-only-knows what kind of monster just waiting for him to turn his back, he was fine.
We rode three tests, each a unique series of figures selected to show the harmony, or lack thereof. Think schooling figures in ice-skating. We began at the bottom of the difficulty ladder taking a few baby steps upward. Riding time is short for these simple test, the longest perhaps a minute and a half. We scored well and won a few ribbons but the point of the exercise is discovering your weak points and how to improve on your performance.
After the second test the judge told me I could work on getting Tyler more forward (can you ever get too forward?) but since he was a youngster he'd learn. When I mentioned he's 17 she told me "then you're young, you can learn."
Allow me one brag. Each test ends with a halt from a trot. Tyler and I "stuck" two of them, think a gymnast sticking a landing dismounting from a balance beam for example. We transitioned to the halt straight and square with no walk steps. Each score of "8" for the two brought a very big smile.
Riding in front of my friends was great fun. I'd volunteered at many club shows and how have a view from the competitors side. What's next? The club sponsors a recognized show each summer and I plan to be there, both as a volunteer and a competitor.
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| MAPS Air Museum Canton-Akron Airport - July 15 2006 |
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While visiting in Akron, Ohio, my brother Dale and I visited the MAPS Air Museum located just off the Canton - Akron airport grounds.
Aircraft are both displayed and restored at MAPS. Currently a North American F100 Super Sabre, Martin B26 Marauder and Link ANT-18 flight trainer are in the restoration shop. The Link trainer includes the operators console which I had never seen before, even in pictures.
All of the propeller driven aircraft at MAPS are flight worthy. The operating costs and bureaucratic red tape required to fly a former military jet are, however, prohibitive.
Here are photos of the more notable aircraft at MAPS. Clicking a link will open a new window containing the MAPS web page with additional information on the aircraft type.
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American F100D SuperSaber in restoration |
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| Grumman F11F Tiger | Grumman S2F Tracker |
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| North American T28 Trojan - Army Colors | Dale in a MIG-17 "Fresco" |
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| Stinson V77 Reliant | State of the Art - 1930's |
Grumman, North American, Stinson and Chance Vought are no more, victims of the relentless consolidation in the aerospace industry over the last 25 years.
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| Valley Forge National Historic Park - August 6, 2006 |
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During a recent visit with friends living outside Philadelphia, and with David McCullough's book, 1776, fresh in mind, we visited the Valley Forge National Historic Park.
Natural defenses protected the camp. It was far enough from Philadelphia, occupied the British army, to prevent a surprise attack yet close enough to monitor British activities. A soldier who'd been here in 1776 wouldn't recognize the lush forests covering the site's rolling hills today. Trees for miles around had been cut for building material and firewood.
The Visitor Center, pictured left, presents a detailed history of the American Army's winter stay through historical artifacts, words and pictures. Details of camp life were particularly interesting. Did you know a $12 dollar prize was awarded to the 12 man squad completing the first winter hut? Dice and decks of cards were used to while away the hours, and probably to separate food and cash from less than expert players.
Exiting the rear of General Washington's headquarters we saw, in the distance, the general himself walking toward us. Portrayed by a remarkable reenactor with a physical appearance, tall and solidly built, with confident demeanor, presented a man who expected and deserved respect. The General took questions from all comers and responded in character. Click here to read all of General Washington's papers.
We also visited the Mercer Museum in Doyelstown, P.A. Founded by Henry Mercer and completed in 1916 the museum displays the tools of daily American life of the 18th and 19th centuries. Ahead of his time Mercer's building material of choice was concrete, including even window frames. The stairwells between the museums 6 levels are indistinguishable from those of today's parking garage.
Each of the over 55 display rooms is dedicated to a single trade or skill including, barbering, horn and tortoise shell working and solar salt maker. A gallows, the tool of the executioner, is included. The buildings central core is open from the first through 6th levels. Large items, a whaling skiff among, them are hung at various levels.
Wireless audio players are included in the admission price. There are 15 stations throughout the museum where detailed descriptions of selected exhibits can be heard.
Mercer's interests were unbounded. While he made many purchases himself he employed full-time buyers who traveled Pennsylvania and nearby states.
There is an overwhelming, mind numbing really, amount of "stuff" in the place. While the museum includes changing temporary displays, the dust covered and cluttered items in the 55 rooms appear to be as Mercer might have left them when he completed the museum.
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| PHILADELPHIA - MEMORIAL WEEKEND - MAY 2005 |
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Over Memorial Day weekend I visited Kathy and Michael, friends who moved from Endicott to Philadelphia last year. In addition to sleeping late and breakfasts on the deck we visited Longwood Gardens and downtown Philly.
Pierre S. du Pont established Longwood Gardens, located west of Philadelphia near Valley Forge, early in the last century. Spread over 34 acres are indoor and outdoor gardens, gardens on a large scale. Specimens of bonsai, topiary, and plants of all sizes in between cover the grounds. Standing in the center of the orchid display I saw and photographed over two dozen examples simply by turning around.
After touring the grounds we had dinner at the Garden's restaurant, attended a jazz concert on the grounds and capped the evening with the Color & Light & water show after dark.
Sunday we drove into downtown Philadelphia, visiting Constitution Square where the Liberty Bell is on display Constitution Hall where the Declaration was signed and within whose walls the first Senate and House of Representatives met.
We picking up tickets for the Constitution Hall tour, reservations are free but visitors must have one, and joined the site security line. It struck me as ironic and sad that at this shrine to personal liberty we were forced to empty our pockets, open our bags and remove our shoes before entering.
On a slow day you're allowed to touch the Liberty Bell but this was no slow day and visitor crowded around. Michael took the photo of the bell with Constitution Hall in the background.
Clearing another line we entered Constitution Hall. A game of who's the youngest and who's the oldest visitor left me standing with a shrinking cohort for a disturbingly long time until the ranger said "If you're between 55 and 59 you can sit down." I'm an avid U.S. history reader. However reading and actually being there are two different things as we sat and walked where Washington, Jefferson, Adams and Franklin, et. al. invented our country.
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| "SPECIAL K" |
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My previous horse, Demi, was sold. After a few misadventures on Tyler, broken rib, mine, I met "K" as in "Special K." "K" is a 16 hand imported Dutch Warmblood gelding. Though primarily a jumper he's a good dressage mount for me.

An update ... "K" returned to his downstate home late in September. I'm very pleased to back with Tyler, a chestnut coated Quarter horse / thoroughbred cross. Unlike "K" he can turn to the left and doesn't swat me with his tail during grooming. He's a treat to ride. "K" wherever you are now, thanks for all you taught me.
| ED BECOMES 'MR. BUCK' |
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With the retirement of my working partner Dick D., power supply design for the project, the four electrical design departments, has come to me. The name 'Mr. Buck' derives from 'Buck Converter', the configuration of choice for the processors (imagine a PC on one small circuit board) that are our product line. Twelve designs are in production and three more in development.
A challenge as I get older is reading the printing on the small parts, although that's been mitigated somewhat as many of them are too small to print anything on anyway. One thing learned early is NEVER open two bags of identical looking teeny parts at the same time :-)
The work is great fun. The challenges include reducing the size, cost and waste heat the supply produces in normal operation. Design reuse is a prime goal. Developing design tools, spreadsheets primarily, to reduce the cost of the second, third, etc. variant has been a significant and satisfying part of the job.
It seems that no matter how hard I work the result is too large, too costly and too hot for someone's new application :-) The next generation power supply design is on the drawing boards now for several new products. Luckily I can use many of the same parts found inside the typical notebook or laptop computer. The commercial industry pressure constantly drives down component size and cost.
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| DEMETRA AND FRIEND |
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After Niko discovered he was the alpha horse in our little herd of two it was all I could do to get him trotting. What I'd thought signs of affection, pushing me with his head for instance, were tests of dominance, which he won!
While searching for a new mount I rode my instructors Lippizaner mare, Melissa, photo below. What a ride! A major change from Niko. A little touch and away she goes, trotting faster than Niko's canter! With a very soft mouth I couldn't get away with hand aids alone, had to use leg aids as well. Walked and trotted, adjust to her tempo, my hands eventually staying in the vicinity of her withers :-) She's a gentle sitting trot. Cantering waited for later when my adrenaline level returned to normal. Melissa is way too much horse for me given my current capabilities but a lot of fun to ride.
Deme(Demetra), a Hanoverian mare, is a joy to ride. She keeps me honest requiring both rein and leg aids for a desired responses but not a particular as Melissa. From lessons learned with Niko I've discouraged any misbehavior quickly with an instant whack upon transgression, not to hurt, she weighs over 1100 pounds, but to get her attention. Discounting the time she bit me we're doing OK :-)
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| Dressage - Ballet on Horseback |
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My earliest riding memory is from Camp Santa Maria on Turkeyfoot lake near Akron, Ohio, on a very large, very slow, animal at least 10 feet tall. Fortunately the horses at camp paid no attention to what the rug-rats on top were doing. Also fortunate is that no photographic record remains.
In Fall of 2001 my friend Mary put me on her horse, Amber, and at the end of a lunge line and we bounced around the ring, oblivious to what I should be doing but it was fun. (See left, Amber and I on a Spring, 2003 visit.) I began riding lessons that Fall, on and off, never quite getting the hang of it.
Mary rescued me again finding a certified dressage instructor close to Endicott. Donna has made all the difference. An excellent rider, competing at Grand Prix level, she's even a better teacher with infinite patience and an ability to make clear the mysteries of dressage. She's slowly turning me from a passenger to a rider. I've learned that whatever goes wrong is always the riders fault :-)
Since regaining my health earlier this year, with the strength now to actually finish a lesson, I'm improving. On Niko, a 20 something, 14 1/2 hand Appaloosa gelding, we've progressed from walk to trot to canter. (first, second and third gear for the equine impaired.) For a split second or two everything clicks and we look terrific, see right.
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| New Wheels |
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Over the last several years maintenance expenses for the Acura Legend grew to an uncomfortable amount ... but I loved the car. Last month the transmission began to fail and I reluctantly decided to replace it. Car shopping is at best a pain in the neck :-) I encountered most of the stereotypical car salesmen, deal only good for today, you'd be crazy to pass up this offer, etc. One salesman even asked where'd I get the money to pay for the car!
I'd expected to buy a Honda Accord but the (one and only) local dealer wouldn't deal, looking for a markup exceeding 10%. Turned to Toyota on the recommendation of a friend and am very happy with the new Camry. This is my first car with an automatic transmission and my left foot still searches for the clutch. But with my knees sometimes feeling 30 years older than the rest of me it was time to leave the standard transmission behind.
Driving to pick up the Camry the Legend popped out of 4th gear a just a mile from the dealership, as if to tell me "It's OK, I understand, you're doing the right thing."
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| Your Tax Dollars at Work |
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Early this week at the Indiana University cyclotron we tested a power supply I designed for a Space Shuttle application. Bombarding the unit with protons, simulating 10 years on orbit, we looked for any signs of malfunction. Passed with flying colors! We did little but work, arriving Sunday then heading to the lab to set up. In spite of the nice weather there was no opportunity to explore the University or town outside of Mancinnis, a sub shop. Beam time is rented by the 24 hour period and when your time is up, you move out for the next set of folks. Waiting for us to finish were engineers from BAE Systems and another Lockheed Martin location.
Here's the prototype power supply, the first I've designed from scratch. It'll go into a new Space Shuttle unit slated for flight around 2007. It's an open question if I'll be retired by then. Space programs go slowly, particularly with a crew involved. Over the next few years NASA will use prototype units in Space Shuttle equipment in laboratories to verify the new functions. The penny in the upper left-hand corner provides a scale.
At the business end of the cyclotron the proton stream covers an inch square area around the laser dot marking the center of the stream. The unit is covered by a paper overlay with 15 targets spots that include all the active electronic parts. We wore dosimeters to record the total "dose" of radiation we absorbed. I probably got more on the flights from and to home than at the cyclotron.
I was constantly in and out of the "cave", the area where the beam hits the unit, setting switches and adjusting the measurement equipment. The next time, when we test for the record, I'll add a single "PASS/FAIL" signal to minimize the amount of times we have to set and reset the safety interlocks, a big pain.
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| Fall Vacation In Virginia |
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The 3rd week in October found me in Herndon, Virginia, visiting my bother Tom and his family. The weather was spectacular, clear blue skies and warm temperatures graced each day as we toured memorials and museums in Washington, D.C. On Saturday Pam, a companion from the Glacier Park hiking trip, and I met for lunch. Her photo album brought back pleasant memories of the trip.
Saturday we visited memorials including my first to the FDR and Korean War Memorials. While the FDR memorial has it bronzes, FDR and Falla, Eleanor, a bread line, a man listening to a fireside chat, the strongest impressions are made by his words. "All we have to fear is fear itself.", "The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough to those who have too little.", "We must guard the civil rights of all citizens, whatever their background ...", "Those who seek to establish systems of government based on the regimentation of human beings by a handful of individual rulers ...; call it a new order. It is not new and it is not order." The ideas expressed here are as applicable now as they were 70 years ago. Just repeating them silently in my mind brought strong emotions to the surface.
A platoon walks across a field, tired, wary, looking left, right, ahead and behind. The impression is strong even in daylight, intense when approached in twilight. Close by is the Vietnam Memorial. Sunday at a Smithsonian museum we saw a collection of letters, medals, bits of uniforms and personal keepsakes left at the Wall over the years. The collection grows everyday. I found the name of a grade school classmate on the Wall.
This view from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial is my favorite Washington scene. The symmetrical lines of the monument and its' reflection and those of the pool and flanking trees are classic. Visitors from around the world are drawn to this place. I took a picture of a family from India with Mr. Lincoln. Many languages fill your ears, unfamiliar clothing, a spectrum of skin colors your eyes. The common thread bringing them to this place is Lincoln.
Leaving Herndon early Monday it was an easy 4-hour drive to Salem, VA, to visit my friend Mary and her husband Dennis and son Craig at their country home.
Since my last visit Mary has retired from her job as a computer system administrator at Virginia Tech. I tagged along as she moved through her daily schedule, sleeping through, however, the 6:00 a.m. horse watering and stabling. After dropping Craig at school we walked the dogs, cleaned the stables, shopped and visited until it was time to pick Craig up at school. Evenings were dinner, good conversation and, Thursday, helping Craig cut, paste and assemble a school project. I hope we didn't set him back too much :-) Tuesday I drove into Blacksburg to Virginia Tech having lunch with my niece Sarah and taking the tour of the Architectural Studio where she studies.
Mary and I have been friends since we met growing up in Akron, Ohio, our longest continuing relationship. She lets me feel special. We've grown older, and wiser, together. It was great fun to see her and her family and the best part was seeing her so happy.
Amber is making me look very good here, through no fault of my own. Mary gave me three lessons, starting with confidence building exercises to assure me I wouldn't fall off progressing to riding in circles with Amber on the end of a lunge line, then riding in straight lines, to simple turns and halting. By the end of the second lesson Amber was, at times, doing what I wanted her to do so I was ready to show off in lesson three. Remember the line from Star Wars Part III"Don't try, do?" Don't think, do, also applies. I was analyzing everything I was doing instead of just doing it. We could turn left with the best of them but straight lines angled of at 45-degree and Amber would not turn right to save my life. When she just stopped and looked back at me as if to say "Just what is it you're asking me to do?" It was time to stop for the day. All in all it was fun.
Like aircraft horses are high maintenance, each hour of riding requiring many hours of upkeep. I earned my keep by mucking out stalls, the run-out area and the out-of-the-wind-and-rain shelter, spreading hay, brushing Amber and BW, washing and filling water buckets. The product of all that hay and feed has to go somewhere and when it was full I got to drive the tractor with the manure spreader. After riding this was the high point of my horsing-around experience :-)
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| Progressive Dinner |
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Saturday night my home was a venue for one of three soup and salad courses for our clubs progressive dinner. After a flurry of housecleaning on the days leading up to dinner the entire house was clean at the same time.
After hors d'oeuvres at Jennifer's seven us traveled to my home to enjoy the Spicy Tortilla soup and Spinach salad Arlene prepared. It's a rare day I eat at a table let alone with a tablecloth, napkins, candles and company! We moved again for the main course, me to Diana's for roast beef and noodles prepared by Esther. We all met at Kathy's for dessert. I'd decided earlier to forget the calories and just enjoy the desert table particularly the Chocolate Peanut Butter cake.
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| WWII Comes to the Broome County Airport |
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On a sunny Wednesday afternoon off from work I crawled in, on and around two vintage aircraft flown into the local airport. I was surprised how relatively small these aircraft are. At 5'7" tall it was a tight fit for me throughout, having to walk sideways on the B24 bomb bay catwalk.
This restored B24G is the last flyable example of the most produced aircraft in American history. Originally designed by Consolidated Aircraft it was also built under license by Ford in Michigan. Given less attention than it's famous cousin the B17 the B24's flew further, faster and dropped more ordinance than any WWII bomber.
The B17 is the most famous bomber of WWII. This particular Boeing designed, Douglas built, B17G was restored as "Nine-O-Nine" in 1986. The B17 could sustain tremendous damage and still get the crew of 10 home safe flying on a single engine, missing large portions of wing, stabilizer and tail and, in one case, all but shot in half.
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| Perhaps I Waited Too Long |
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I'd noticed the gutters overflowing in heavy rains but never found time to get on the roof to see why. How long does it take for a forest to start forming anyway?
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| July 4, 2000, Akron |
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Here are pictures from mom's garden that were taken over a July 4th visit to Akron.
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| Updated: Saturday, July 5, 2008 |