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Neither G.Skill nor ASRock would fess up to my problems, mis-leading me to spend time & money returning my motherboard, which, if you are cynical, requires the extra precaution of proving your CPU socket pins were not bent. Because sometimes motherboard warranters refuse to repair the problem because it is user error. So I got to use my USB microscope that my sister got me from my wishlist for Christmas for an actual live-administrative purpose: Documenting that my pins were not, in fact, bent.
But it turns out the problem was the motherboard has requiresments for RAM configuration that neither G.Skill nor ASrock new. Neither manufacturer new! I'm incredibly unimpressed with both, and will go out of my way -- even paying more money -- to not buy products from ASRock or G.Skill ever again. And that's why I'm tagging the RAM even though it's not actually in the picture -- because it's part of the story here.
ASRock X99 WS motherboard, CPU LGA 2011 socket, CPU socket pins, GSkill Ripjaws 4 DDR4 RAM.
USB microscope cam. close-up.
upstairs, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
March 19, 2015.
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BACKSTORY: Building my new computer! We decided to name it Thailog. Thailog ("Goliath" spelled backwards) is the evil twin of Goliath from the cartoon Gargoyles. Carolyn's computer is named after Goliath, so it just makes sense that Clint's computer is the evil twin of Carolyn's± computer. A quick summary of the computer's specs is: Intel Core i7-5820K Haswell-E 6-Core 3.3GHz with an Arctic Freezer I30 cooler on a ASRock X99 WS EATX motherboard with 24G of Crucial Ballistix Sport DDR4 2400mHz RAM, a Radeon R9 270 video card, and a Crucial M500 240GB M.2 SSD...all inside a massive NZXT Phantom 820 case. It was a $1560 build, summarized on my blog at clintjcl.wordpress.com/2015/03/06/journal-hardware-purcha...
A major waste/ garbage/ refuse/ rubbish collection company in Ireland is curiously known as Panda.
One of their collection vehicles seen on Pearse Street at Lombard Street in Dublin.
Never seen one of these before, and never knew McClain EZ Pack made containers too.
Almost looks like it would be part of a grapple truck or something like that
Has a Waste Management of Lancaster PA sticker on the side but no WM logos anywhere
Manufacture date of 8/2002
We got there an hour too early. First car that made it there. Whee!!!
It was pitch black and freezing cold (high 20s) and bears actually frequent this area! My buddy Rich wanted to check out the spot but his wife, I and my husband refused to get out of the warmth and comfort of the blazing hot heater in the car. So he went by himself in the dark. We pray that he won't meet any bear and go back to dreaming of our bed.
Rich went back to get some of his gear so we all decided to go with him to check the place out. It was too early and since he said "it's not far", I didn't bother carrying my gear. We walked a bit but he kept on walking. Thought it wasn't far? Shoot, I need to get my gear. He freaked out, which made me freak out too.
What?! I still can make it!
Well.. good luck if you think you can - while giving me the car key.
Huh? The car is not locked right?
What? Don't you need the key to go back to the hotel?
Huh??? Why?
Your gear?
It's in the car... ?!
OHHHH I thought you left it in the hotel.
NOOOO It's in the CAR... gawd, stop scaring me!
So I ran back to the car. Trust me, not knowing what might happen... suck. Not knowing if there are any bears behind the bushes in front of you in the dark, SCARY! I kept walking while saying hey bear! hey bear. After 3 times hey bear, I figured I might as well have a full conversation to myself. So I did. I talked, I laughed, I praised myself for walking back to the spot alone, laughed again, cussed at the damn cold weather and I finally made it to back to spot alive! The sun finally took a peek but the clouds were so thick and the Tetons were gone.
An hour later, the clouds finally broke but the sun was already up and we didn't get any nice morning color but hey clouds look good, some of the Tetons were showing and the the wind wasn't that strong. Besides, I kinda like the clouds hanging around there.
Oh, the day before, we saw bear 610 and her 3 cubs at the Moose Wilson road right before they close the road. We were the 2nd car at the scene. And while we were taking this picture, a guy told us that bear 399 and her 2 cubs were nearby so we went there to snap some pics. Total bears seen on the trip: 11 grizzlies and 2 black bears in the first 3 days we were there. Say what?!!! :p
Owned by: Republic Services of Lakeland
Chassis: Mack MR
Body manufacturer: McNeilus
Type of truck: Rear load garbage truck
Additional notes: This truck was being used for recycling collection at the time of the photo.
Location of photo: Polk County, FL
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An unidentified refuse truck, in service with Telford & Wrekin Council. 5 June 2010.
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A Mack Granite semi-tractor with 75 cubic yard refuse transfer trailer operated by the Cleveland Heights, Oh Public Works Dept.
Even Corgi were partial to a little generic action in their Juniors range, because as much as I had always hoped this was based on a real vehicle, it has since been kindly pointed out to me that the CJ badge stands for Corgi Juniors! Whoops!
A pity as there is definitely something a bit Shelvoke & Drewery about the semi-futuristic looking cab they used even if that concave door glazing stretches credibility just a tad. With its fully functioning rear refuse collector, this casting was a long serving member of the line up. A recent kind donation to my collection and one which probably dates from the 1980's.
Winter woodland, cold and barren and enveloped in a light mist, with just a few stubborn autumn leaves still clinging on to the bare branches, refusing to admit defeat and give in to winter, the woodlands take on an ethereal beauty in it's stripped back form. Photographed in Clayton vale nature reserve, Manchester, UK.
Impossible Project PX 70 V4B opacification test film
Shot with a SX70 Sonar. Wheel set to 1 stop to dark. Temp 75 F in the afternoon on a cloudy day. Shot with no shielding and then put into my bag to develop.
Forrest Rowland invited me to do a Big Day on Wednesday (5/7/08) in my
favorite birding destination: Delaware. I obviously could not refuse, so
I took off work and headed to DE at 12:30am to meet up with Forrest at
2am. We birded from 2am to 8pm and got 199 species - tying the Delaware
Big Day Record set in 1997. There were a few misses (ahem, Belted
Kingfisher!!), but we lucked out and had a really great day birding.
We started the day (night?) in Thousand Acre Marsh, where we quickly
realized the night was likely to be a good night. Winds were 3-4 mph out
of the southwest and listening conditions were good. We heard Canada
Goose, Great Blue Heron, Virginia Rail and American Coot (our only coot
of the day). At another location Sora and Common Moorhen sounded off
within minutes of our arrival. One could say that Grier’s Pond was
especially quiet. Actually it wasn’t quiet at all, as the Swamp Sparrows
and Marsh Wrens were singing up a storm and a Barred Owl called, but it
was Least Bittern quiet. We spent at least 15 minutes here, cocking our
ears in every conceivable angle in hopes of hearing the classic
“ku-ku-ku” of the Least Bittern. After giving each side of the pond
time, we were thinking about where else we could possibly get Least
Bittern and were about to leave. Then we both heard it! Success!
While driving south on Route 9, six inches of water on the road caused
some excitement, as we barreled directly through it. It was definitely
due to the tide, and we were in a low spot: why not try for King Rail?
While sitting in the middle of the road, we both jumped out of the car
and lo and behold, a King Rail sounded off. Serious luck.
To say that the Bullfrogs and Green Frogs at Finnis Pool are loud is
like saying that a diesel truck engine is loud: “Loud” may be an
inadequate word. Luckily we were able to pick out a calling Eastern
Screech-Owl, distant twittering of an American Woodcock, and flyover
American Redstart and Blackpoll Warblers. Birds were on the move.
Port Mahon was almost rail-less with the exception of Virginia. Clapper
Rails were quiet. Weird. Seaside and Swamp Sparrows, Marsh Wrens and a
distant Yellow-breasted Chat were singing. A flyby Black-crowned Night
Heron let out a single “kaw,” and a Wood Thrush, Black-throated Blue,
Blackburnian, and several Palm Warblers called while flying overhead.
The promise of neotropical migrants in the morning was exhilarating.
We were hoping for Black Rail at Pickering Beach, where Andy Ednie and I
had heard them on Saturday night, but they may have moved on. We did
pick up Tree Swallows flying around the town’s lights, a flyover
Swainson’s Thrush (our only of the day) and another Yellow-breasted Chat.
Milford Neck was our nightjar spot, and it did not disappoint.
Chuck-wills-widows and then Whip-poor-wills were calling from several
locations. American Woodcocks seemed to be everywhere - twittering away -
while a few were “peent”ing. The mosquitoes were voracious and kept us
dancing around. Dawn was approaching and we headed toward the marsh,
where even more mosquitoes greeted us. Boat-tailed Grackles were
immediately apparent, and then Northern Bobwhite and Wild Turkey called
from the wood’s edge. Yes! After a quick tally, I realized we had 62
species already by dawn. Not a bad night.
Milford Neck was really birdy, and I’m glad we picked this as our
dawn-chorus spot. Nelson’s Sharp-tailed Sparrow, Ruby-crowned Kinglet
and Sedge Wren called from the short marsh, all three being our only
birds of the day. The woods were alive with birdsong, and here we picked
up Kentucky, Nashville, Yellow-throated, Prairie, and Black-and-White
Warblers, plus Ovenbird and Northern Waterthrush. A certain vireo
sounded interesting and Forrest suspected Philadelphia. It sang; we
listened. It sang and we played the song for comparison: it was dead-on.
Wow!
By 6:15 we had 94 species, and we moved on to Mispillion Lighthouse. The
idea was that we could get Saltmarsh Sharp-tailed Sparrow while they
were still singing. The idea backfired. The marsh was filled with
sparrows . . . Seaside Sparrows. There were likely hundreds singing from
all areas around the marsh, which unfortunately muffled the sounds of
any potential Saltmarsh Sparrows. The Seaside Sparrow spectacle was
immediately overshadowed by the shorebird spectacle. Shorebirds moved in
waves across nearly every exposed mud surface: Greater Yellowlegs,
Willets, Semipalmated Plovers, Semipalmated and Least Sandpipers,
Short-billed Dowitchers, Dunlin and a few Black-necked Stilts. While
scoping from the DuPont nature center, we found Sanderling, Ruddy
Turnstone, Red Knots, American Oystercatchers, and a White-rumped
Sandpiper among the thousands of Dunlin. We couldn’t pick out any
Lesser-black Backed Gulls, and after spending too much time enjoying
this scene, we needed to move.
The grasslands in the vicinity of Hunting Quarter Road proved a wise
morning destination: Grasshopper, Savannah and Vesper Sparrows, Eastern
Meadowlark and Horned Larks were singing. No Bobolinks, but we couldn’t
complain about our luck so far.
Redden State Forest held the targeted Red-headed Woodpeckers and Summer
Tanagers, in addition to Worm-eating, Black-throated Green,
Yellow-throated, Kentucky, Pine, and Black-and-White Warblers, Cedar
Waxwings, and Hairy and Pileated Woodpecker. Two flyover Common Loons
were a surprise. 131 species by 8:24am.
We switched up the plan, and headed to Prime Hook instead of doing that
in the afternoon. While changing the schedule could spell disaster, the
morning Prime Hook run was excellent. We had Veery standing in the
middle of the road at the entrance. I told Forrest to stop the car, “I
heard something similar to a Hooded Warbler.” We waited, while only a
Red-eyed Vireo sang. I started to doubt myself, and we were about to
move on when it sang out, “Wheet-o, Wheet-o, Wheet-ee-o.” Forrest
replied, “Oh, so you mean the bird that sounds exactly like a Hooded
Warbler!”
The boardwalk trail produced a few good birds, most notably a beautiful
adult White-crowned Sparrow (thank you!), Blue-headed Vireo,
Prothonotary, Chestnut-sided, Blackpoll and Magnolia Warblers.
The Broadkill impoundment was in bad light, so we started IDing distant
ducks mostly by shape: Gadwall, Mallard, Black Duck, Green-winged Teal,
Northern Pintail, Red-breasted Merganser. These turned out to be some of
the only waterfowl of the day, but where were the Blue-wings? While
scoping shorebirds, I noticed an unusual shorebird in the far southeast
corner of the southern impoundment with the Green-winged Teal. It looked
similar in shape to a yellowlegs, but the bill wasn’t right for either.
I asked Forrest to take a look, and he quickly realized it was a Ruff. I
took another look and the beige-y color, posture, and bill shape all
were spot-on for Ruff (Reeve). Excellent! We actually didn’t notice the
Wood Sandpiper, nor did we know about it, though in hindsight, I can’t
eliminate the possibility that we were looking right at it as we drove
by. We hoped for diving ducks in the bay. The bay was empty with the
exception of Laughing Gulls, though we did hear a Song Sparrow singing,
our first (and only?) of the day.
We headed to Cape Henlopen with 155 species. No Yellow-crowned Night
Heron at a brief stop in Lewes on the way, and no Bufflehead in the
ponds near the entrance. Drat. Herring Point was mostly birdless, though
after a few minutes we did luck out with Common, Least and Royal Tern
flybys. The jetty below had three Spotted Sandpipers. I got a kick out
of watching Forrest fight with the no-see-ums. We made a quick stop at
the campground, though besides a Pine Warbler and some Robins, it was
quiet. I guess Forrest forgot his Crossbill pheromone. At the nature
center, the feeders were empty, so we walked the trail behind them.
Quiet, though it was midday. I was thinking some Red-breasted Nuthatches
might still be hanging around, since I had heard one in Baltimore Co the
day before. After a few minutes both Brown-headed and a Red-breasted
Nuthatch sounded off. Serious luck.
At the Point we found a huge flock of Brant hugging the icebreaker, and
we scoped Common, Forsters and Royal Terns near the point. We tried to
turn one of the Royals into a Caspian, but it wasn’t to be. Piping
Plover was notably absent. We walked down to the bayside fence. Still no
Piping Plover. We knew time was critical, but I knew we would be kicking
ourselves if we left without the plover, so we hiked to the ocean side.
Again, this turned out to be a great decision. We had a flyover Merlin,
Red-throated Loon and flyby Black Scoters. While squinting into the heat
haze for the hoped-for Piping Plover, Forrest noticed the 2nd-year
Lesser Black-backed Gull at our feet. Then after a few minutes time, a
Piping Plover came into view.
We headed south to Indian River inlet with 170 species before noon. At
Savages Ditch rd, we found our first Great Egret of the day, though no
Little Blue or Tricolored Herons. The inlet proved to be full of boaters
and was almost a wasted effort if it weren’t for two juvenile Great
Cormorants swimming around the north jetty. No Bonaparte’s Gull and no
Saltmarsh Sparrows or Tricolored Heron on the bay side. We stopped by
New Road on the way north hoping for a bay duck of any kind, though we
only had a breeding-plumaged Common Loon.
Silver Lake had Mallards and a few Canada Geese -- and one female Ruddy
Duck. It was starting to get difficult to add new birds.
Fowler Beach did not produce the hoped-for Belted Kingfisher or any new
ducks, though it did have a considerable number of Black-bellied
Plovers, with at least 2 American Golden-plovers mixed in. The Great
Horned Owl chicks on the platform are getting rather big.
The north pond at Ted Harvey did not have Bonaparte’s Gull or Tricolored
Heron, though it did have Pectoral Sandpiper.
At Bombay Hook, we had a number of necessary targets and we got nearly
all of them: Saltmarsh Sharp-tailed Sparrow, American Avocet,
Ring-necked Pheasant, and Yellow-crowned Night Heron.
This is when we heard about the Wood Sandpiper, but we both agreed we
would rather finish the Big Day with the planned route.
Woodland Beach had the Snow Geese and Greater-white Fronted Geese.
Excellent. 182 species by 4:01pm.
I was telling Forrest that I have had Bank Swallow at the first of two
bridges over Appoquinink Creek and suspected they may breed somewhere in
the area, so we stopped there. Cliff Swallows were readily evident, when
a Bank Swallow flew high over us. 184.
We headed back to Thousand Acre Marsh hoping for Peregrine Falcon, an
attempt that proved unsuccessful when Forrest tried last year. We
scanned the bridge over the canal from all angles without any birds.
When we had nearly given up and were ready to leave, a Peregrine Falcon
flew directly over our heads.
We had very little time to spare, but we decided to risk a run to Dragon
Run park for Mute Swans. Dragon Run was Mute Swanless, but we did have
flyby Wood Ducks and then an adult Little Blue Heron flew high overhead.
I couldn’t believe our luck.
We headed to White Clay Creek, lucked out with Cattle Egrets on the way,
and had 188 species by 5:15pm. I don’t think we could have had better
luck at White Clay Creek; it seemed like someone was throwing all of our
target birds at us. We got Louisiana Waterthrush, Yellow-throated Vireo,
Northern Rough-winged Swallow, and White-breasted Nuthatch - all of
which we expected. The lucky birds were a flyover Sharp-shinned Hawk, an
adult Coopers Hawk racing through the woods directly in front of us, and
Warbling Vireo. At one point we thought we had Cerulean Warbler singing,
and Forrest pointed out that the cadence was right. It was almost
dead-on. Almost. I wasn’t convinced, and we waited to get a look at the
bird. It had a wing bar, but also had a yellow and orange throat: It was
a Parula. I wonder if after years of unscrupulous birders taping for
Cerulean Warbler, the local Parulas didn’t pick up and try to imitate.
While at Tweeds Mill Rd, I pondered, “What else is left that we could
possibly still get? How about Rose-breasted Grosbeak?” A Rose-breasted
Grosbeak responded by singing. “How about Blue-winged Warbler?” A few
minutes later a Blue-winged Warbler was singing. It was almost creepy.
The last two birds of the day were an almost unexpected Willow
Flycatcher, and at least two very unexpected Gray-cheeked Thrushes. 199
species by 7:15pm. While walking back towards the car, the only thing
left was Belted Kingfisher. We waited until sunset at 8pm, though the
Kingfisher never obliged.
This photo above was taken at 8pm in White Clay Creek when we called it quits.
Below is our bird list for the day and some summary totals:
25 Shorebird sp.
Vireo, Nuthatch, and Swallow sweep.
26 Warbler sp.
12 Sparrow sp.
only 14 Waterfowl sp. It's hard to find waterfowl in May - this probably
hurt us the most.
Red-throated Loon
Common Loon
Double-crested Cormorant
Great Cormorant
Least Bittern
Great Blue Heron
Great Egret
Snowy Egret
Little Blue Heron
Cattle Egret
Green Heron
Black-crowned Night-Heron
Yellow-crowned Night-Heron
Glossy Ibis
Black Vulture
Turkey Vulture
Greater White-fronted Goose
Snow Goose
Canada Goose
Brant
Wood Duck
Gadwall
American Black Duck
Mallard
Northern Shoveler
Northern Pintail
Green-winged Teal
Black Scoter
Red-breasted Merganser
Ruddy Duck
Osprey
Bald Eagle
Northern Harrier
Sharp-shinned Hawk
Cooper's Hawk
Red-tailed Hawk
American Kestrel
Merlin
Peregrine Falcon
Ring-necked Pheasant
Wild Turkey
Northern Bobwhite
Clapper Rail
King Rail
Virginia Rail
Sora
Common Moorhen
American Coot
Black-bellied Plover
American Golden-Plover
Semipalmated Plover
Piping Plover
Killdeer
American Oystercatcher
Black-necked Stilt
American Avocet
Greater Yellowlegs
Lesser Yellowlegs
Solitary Sandpiper
Willet
Spotted Sandpiper
Ruddy Turnstone
Red Knot
Sanderling
Semipalmated Sandpiper
Least Sandpiper
White-rumped Sandpiper
Pectoral Sandpiper
Dunlin
Ruff
Short-billed Dowitcher
Common Snipe
American Woodcock
Laughing Gull
Ring-billed Gull
Herring Gull
Lesser Black-backed Gull
Great Black-backed Gull
Royal Tern
Common Tern
Forster's Tern
Least Tern
Black Skimmer
Rock Dove
Mourning Dove
Yellow-billed Cuckoo
Barn Owl
Eastern Screech-Owl
Great Horned Owl
Barred Owl
Chuck-will's-widow
Whip-poor-will
Chimney Swift
Ruby-throated Hummingbird
Red-headed Woodpecker
Red-bellied Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
Hairy Woodpecker
Northern Flicker
Pileated Woodpecker
Eastern Wood-Pewee
Acadian Flycatcher
Willow Flycatcher
Eastern Phoebe
Great Crested Flycatcher
Eastern Kingbird
White-eyed Vireo
Yellow-throated Vireo
Blue-headed Vireo
Warbling Vireo
Philadelphia Vireo
Red-eyed Vireo
Blue Jay
American Crow
Fish Crow
Horned Lark
Purple Martin
Tree Swallow
Northern Rough-winged Swallow
Bank Swallow
Cliff Swallow
Barn Swallow
Carolina Chickadee
Tufted Titmouse
Red-breasted Nuthatch
White-breasted Nuthatch
Brown-headed Nuthatch
Carolina Wren
House Wren
Sedge Wren
Marsh Wren
Ruby-crowned Kinglet
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher
Eastern Bluebird
Veery
Gray-cheeked Thrush
Swainson's Thrush
Wood Thrush
American Robin
Gray Catbird
Northern Mockingbird
Brown Thrasher
European Starling
Cedar Waxwing
Blue-winged Warbler
Nashville Warbler
Northern Parula
Yellow Warbler
Chestnut-sided Warbler
Magnolia Warbler
Black-throated Blue Warbler
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Black-throated Green Warbler
Blackburnian Warbler
Yellow-throated Warbler
Pine Warbler
Prairie Warbler
Palm Warbler
Blackpoll Warbler
Black-and-white Warbler
American Redstart
Prothonotary Warbler
Worm-eating Warbler
Ovenbird
Northern Waterthrush
Louisiana Waterthrush
Kentucky Warbler
Common Yellowthroat
Hooded Warbler
Yellow-breasted Chat
Summer Tanager
Scarlet Tanager
Eastern Towhee
Chipping Sparrow
Field Sparrow
Vesper Sparrow
Savannah Sparrow
Grasshopper Sparrow
Nelson's Sharp-tailed Sparrow
Saltmarsh Sharp-tailed Sparrow
Seaside Sparrow
Song Sparrow
Swamp Sparrow
White-throated Sparrow
White-crowned Sparrow
Northern Cardinal
Rose-breasted Grosbeak
Blue Grosbeak
Indigo Bunting
Red-winged Blackbird
Eastern Meadowlark
Common Grackle
Boat-tailed Grackle
Brown-headed Cowbird
Orchard Oriole
Baltimore Oriole
House Finch
American Goldfinch
House Sparrow
Most days I'm preaching hope and positivity. Most days I'm waking up excited for what's to come. Most days I am fulfilled and happy.
These days, I feel drowned. Overwhelmed. The negativity, it's getting to me. I can feel it seep in through my skin, no matter how hard I try and keep it out. No matter how much I know deep in my heart that it'll all be ok. That we'll all get through this together.
This week I felt more than ever that I wanted to give in and give up. To just let the weight of it all pull me down. No longer having to fight to stay afloat in this murky, muddy climate. To just say, "F it!!"
But I remembered, I am strong, and resilient, and courageous. I didn't work this hard to get only to this place. I didn't fight all those times before just to fail out of cowardice.
We got here together, each of us. By finding our inner strength, even it it's just a little bit. By standing side by side and stone by stone together. To form a wall, a wall against negativity. A wall of power and protection. A wall of bravery.
You in this with me?
Temelec (Sonoma County), CA
3/20/17
For those that don’t know, the Curotto family owns Sonoma Garbage Collectors and they made The Curotto Can for their own front loaders and eventually sold Curotto Cans to Waste Haulers throughout North America.
After many years of wanting to see Sonoma Garbage Collectors fleet in person, I finally had an opportunity to spend a day in Sonoma and I took advantage of it. I arrived in San Francisco early in the morning, grabbed a rental car and drove immediately towards Sonoma. I knew Sonoma Garbage Collectors also operates in Temelec which is before Sonoma, so I stopped there first and before I could turn left into Temelec I saw a Sonoma Garbage Collectors Autocar Wittke with of course a Curotto Can. I met Raul driving the Diesel Autocar Wittke Curotto Can, Raul is a great driver and operates the Curotto Can like a professional. The Wittke sounded absolutely amazing and still operated great for being over 10 years old. There were several 32 gallon carts in Temelec and the Curotto Can would often go 4 blocks without being emptied into the hopper.
I found a brand new yellow Curotto Can on the side of the road in Temelec. It looked great and it had all the new features that the Dedicated Curotto Can has. The new yellow Curotto Can belongs to Sonoma Garbage Collectors new Autocar Heil Freedom which finished before 10am (they start around 4:00-5:00am) because it needed some maintenance. Later on, I went to their yard and saw their 1998 commercial Bridgeport Front Loader parked out front. Eventually I found Raul returning to the yard in the Wittke. The route manager Matt also arrived to the yard around the same time in the low entry Bridgeport. Matt just finished a commercial CRV Glass recycle route and he was kind enough to start up the Bridgeport and gave me a tour of the yard.
A huge Thank you to the Wittke driver Raul, who is an efficient and nice driver. The route manager Matt, for operating the Bridgeport and giving me a yard tour. And thank you John Curotto for running such a great fleet and producing great innovations for the waste industry. I have been a huge Curotto Can fan since I first saw one on my street in 2001 and although I enjoy all refuse trucks, Front Loaders with Curotto Cans are my favorite.
Please make sure you watch the entire video so can see the new Sonoma Curotto Can detached from the new Heil. Along with a commercial and residential (with a custom Curotto Can) Bridgeport and the Curotto Can bone yard. Also check out my pictures on Flickr. The pictures include: the new Heil, older Curotto Cans in the boneyard including the Scalin Eagle, a cart from H&C Disposal from Los Angeles and a Curotto Can getting worked on outside the shop.
| Location: Parkside, Philadelphia
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Part of my "Streets of Philadelphia" project.
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Horse drawn carts used pick up garbage from the streets in Essaouira, on the Moroccan Atlantic coast.
Seen at Fairview Mall in St. Catharines, ON
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Challenge #10:
Imagine you're a time traveler from a hundred years in the future.
Make a picture that shows how you perceive this place.
â Carolyn Drake
In 100 years I expect refuse and recycling collections will be almost if not all, fully automated. Rubbish will no longer be generated within the home as it will be all totally recyclable.
I just deleted this album then re-loaded it to un tag a dealer i have problems with and to blow off steam about his companies' problem. it won't take the wind out of my sales for the love of life on the road. I just spent the last two hours deleting tags to dealers I’ve made large purchases from. The next step is to take their name off of my Truck and Fifth Wheel! That will teach them! I’ve even deleted two entire albums of photos with tags leading friends to the dealerships. My small protest but to have to spend more money in civil court. There should be a court for dealing with consumer products after large purchases and problems exist. Who can afford to do that and or spend the time teaching the bad dealer a lesson! It’s hard when you live on fantasy island and want to believe there are people out there that are true pros and true craftsmen. I know there are a few people out there because I met them and refused to do business with other dealers because I met them too. I’ve seen a guy weld a Holiday Rambler that broke in half over night at the frame and get me back on the road. There is even an RV dealer five minutes from my house that did such a poor job on a 30 foot trailer I want to restore that they lost a ten-grand restoration job! I went elsewhere for a purchase. Where is Brett Michaels when you need him! Now to find the proper venues to vent. Do you think the dealer’s sites post bad reviews? I’m the perfect sucker for a Salesman that cares nothing but for the commission or if they aren’t paid on commission for the BS they lay on you to kill time to eventually close the sale. I shopped for years at many different places within the State and even some Florida dealers for the right RV for me. I have twenty years’ road experience with travel trailers in and out of campgrounds and dealers. The hard part is when you find a good mechanic you are often down the road on the next adventure. The dealer can’t take away my enthusiasm for the joy of my new trailer. They are so useful when built properly and so versatile for travel or events or full time Road Warriors! Who wouldn’t be frustrated when there are 18 jobs that need attention! I was told by the salesman I’d get a good education from top to bottom and the demo guy was going to send me out of the dealership with the fifth wheel receiver or jaws ungreased with no Teflon pad for the fifth wheel! I really needed a fifth wheel hooking and unhooking lesson along with good Hydraulic jack lesson. I was good for most other things except how the solar panel works. But they try hard to push you off on the useless manuals or Destruction books because they are over worked and under staffed in the service area. I get that. Except learning the hard way almost cost me my hand with a bed and the fifth wheel. Luckily I’m quick. Sometimes I don’t know if I should have been a great mechanic a teacher or a great lawyer. I walked HIM through greasing the B&W hitch and greasing the receiver and made him put the Teflon pad he was going to make me leave without that I bought two years ago in anticipation of having a fifth wheel from Mark (the good guy) at the RV show in Greensboro. No kidding, I put a lot of thought into this. Needless to say, he has mechanical skills beyond my capability and they used the excuse it was market time or the RV show to be short with me. Now that I have tested things on the trailer before a trip and found at least 18 jobs that need to be done after waiting for a call for parts that had already been delivered and a call never received then accused of not paying for screens that didn’t fit and that a $125.00 per hour fee was going to be charged, who wouldn’t be upset? Did I mention this? It will always be something! They can just put the nail in the coffin for the common belief that it is over after the Sale is done. Getting passed off from one department to the other is unforgiveable! The excuse is familiar. I just do Sales; you have to talk to Service. Service says we just do Service, you have to go to parts. Even with lifetime warranty printed and tagged all over the trailer with a promise to teach you about how everything works I’ve found out the hard way from a popular dealer in Rural Hall, NC that it is not the case! It’s too bad I didn’t buy my Truck or RV and drive all the way to Atlanta to deal with @Scott Trail or find a similar friend that would make sure everything is right. Dream on Consumer! So, if any name bashing starts remember we always have one friend in the car, RV, insurance or Sales business. When we overall call all Salesman assholes or all insurance companies thieves or all dealings with service mechanics complete disasters we have to remember we have people on our friend’s lists that have those jobs. You know what, right now after a huge purchase and being shuffled it’s amazing I can work up any mercy for any of them. I’ve tried to be a Salesman. Service over profit was my downfall. I’ve tried to be a Customer Service Rep. It was difficult talking to people that needed parts after a large purchase when you just learned there aren’t any parts! We are all selling something whether we know it or not. If you aren’t taking pride in your job to be the best you can be and just killing time you are a part of this problem! Not everyone has a dream job. But it is just my turn to take a punch, but I’m swinging back! It is just unfortunate for them I know a little about RVs. I must have too high a standard to believe that there are really people that give a damn about products or follow through after the sale. I hate that we just don’t care attitude that leaves you searching for a better place. I had a place in Mooresville that I will find again for service. Hopefully the same family runs the place. It is near the Lake in Terrell. I need to return to and find another mobile mechanic once that moved on to a dealer in the mountains and I can’t dig his name up. There are good people out there. They are so hard to find. Maybe it is just me. I expect too much after laying down a hard-earned wage or a life savings for a house, new car, recreation vehicle or piece of equipment that is supposed to work. When I get a new toy, I want to take a photo of every nut bolt and screw on it, one because I am proud, the other reason is for future reference when things fall apart. Buyer’s remorse sucks even if you know the term all too well, Buyer Beware! I saw one guy at the current dealership I am dealing with now running, literally running to get from customer to customer after my purchase. In between him and the good mechanics are problems! The good guy’s name is Mark. He is extremely smart and knows RV’s and fifth wheels up and down. He was literally running with a ladder and carrying three heavy hitches with him to try to wait on at least two customers at the same time. I’m always leaving a window or looking for the good and hoping I’m not back on fantasy island. There were excellent qualified educated trailer technicians in the service in a good building with the right tools to build trailers from scratch, including paint. Getting to them is a full-time job on the customer’s end. They even had parts delivered that they owed me on what they call a we owe and hadn’t bothered to call in a three-week period. They wanted to double charge for some bug screens around 50 bucks until I produced a paid receipt. Even after the Salesmen told (I know his name) the parts manager he personally sat with the mechanic for a half hour trying patiently to put on the wrong screen. Even with lifetime warranty written all over my trailer they wanted to charge me for service $125.00 per hour for labor. That must be some sort of trick. For $125.00 an hour most any parts should be free! I waited three hours even with a scheduled appointment to even get told they were ready to take her in. Two days later I had to force the call to get an eta on when she would be ready. Imagine if I were a full timer living full time in my RV or still doing three shows a day in three different cities a day. Fortunately, I am gifted with a little time. The service manager mentioned to do the 18 jobs I needed to be done he still had to order parts. Imagine I was sold a unit that I (The Customer) found at least 18 things to do after leaving the lot and running the unit. So, I am going to rescue my unit tomorrow and hope what they did fix after two days waiting can get me through my first trip until parts come for the rest of the job. Do you think I am a fool to take it back? It is a hard call! I’ll know tomorrow if I receive a bill or the trailer is in good shape. The tough part is, after you have been tough with service now your unit is at their mercy. I was told by a good agent I don’t take any crap from anyone. But sometimes it costs me. But those of you that are passive and just let them walk all over you take a bigger beating. With full time jobs or people that depend on their unit as a full-time vehicle you can imagine the pressure to change up vacation times or deal with time off from your job to take care of problems.
After the conquest of Britain under Emperor Claudius, the Romans founded the city of "Isca Dumnoniorum" on the site where a Celtic settlement already existed. Numerous sections of the Roman city wall have survived to this day.
In the 7th century, the city fell to Wessex. An Anglo-Saxon monastery was built here around 680. In 876, the Danes attacked Exeter and occupied it briefly, but Alfred the Great was able to drive them out a year later and had the Roman city wall repaired. In 893, Alfred was able to hold the city against a Danish attack for a second time.
In 1001, the Danes again failed to take control of Exeter. However, after the town came into the possession of Emma of Normandy in 1002 through her marriage to Æthelred the Unready as part of her dowry, Emma's steward allowed the Danes under Sven Forkbeard to enter Exeter and sack the city the following year.
In 1050 the seat of the bishopric, formed in 1032 from the bishoprics of Cornwall and Crediton, was transferred to Exeter and Leofric became the first bishop of the bishopric of Exeter.
In 1068 the town was besieged by Norman troops of William the Conqueror, to whom it had refused to swear allegiance, and surrendered after 18 days. The Norman ruler had the fortress of Rougemont built here. However, the Bishop of Exeter also acted as a landowner and feudal lord, as mentioned in the Domesday Book.
In the early stages of the civil war that broke out after the death of Henry I, Baldwin de Redvers held Exeter for three months in 1136 against King Stephen, but then surrendered. Henry II granted Exeter its first charter.
In the 13th century, Exeter developed into the most important city in the southwest of England. It exported tin and cloth, among other things. From 1295 onwards, it sent representatives to the English Parliament.
Exeter had to survive several more sieges, for example in 1467 during the Wars of the Roses, in 1497 by the pretender to the throne Perkin Warbeck and in 1549 by insurgents from Cornwall and Devon who rebelled against the religious reforms of Edward VI, while Exeter remained loyal to the king.
During the English Civil War (1642-1649), Exeter was initially on the side of the supporters of Parliament, but was conquered by the Royalists in 1643 and held for King Charles I for almost three years.
Construction of the cathedral began in 1112 in the Norman/Romanesque style. The outer walls of the nave and the two colossal square towers, which now serve as the transept, are still preserved from this building. The architect of the Romanesque predecessor had resorted to this unusual solution because the crossing towers, which had previously been built according to English tradition, had collapsed.
The new Gothic building began in 1224. The Lady Chapel, a single-nave building with three bays, marked the beginning. Around 1280/90, the retrochoir and the nave followed in the dimensions of the Romanesque church. At about the same time (1270/1280), the chapter house was added to the south transept.
The choir stalls were made in the 1870s by Sir Gilbert Scott. More than 40 medieval misericords from the mid 13th century were integrated.
This misericord is one of the medieval examples.
This is the oldest known depiction of an elephant in Britain - and it is anatomically quite accurate.
Only three elephants were seen in Europe between 800 and 1300.
1. ‘Abul Abbas’ (+810), owned by Charlemagne, a gift from Harun al-Rashid.
2. The ‘Cremona Elephant’ owned by Frederik II in 1229, a gift from Al-Kamil al-Malik.
3.The elephant that Louis IX (Saint Louis) brought to France on his return from the sixth crusade in 1255 and gave to Henry III. This elephant died in London in 1258.
The artist who created this misericord must have seen Henry III's elephant in London or at least had some kind of drawing of it.
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Medieval Elephants