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“So Rowan, what story do you want tonight?” asked Theo, hoping against hope it wasn’t Peter Rabbit, again. “wellll…” Rowan was hiding the book so he couldn’t see, a bad sign… “welll…. since Mina read last night, Peter Rabbit?!” Rowan said pleadingly. He inwardly groaned, and held out his hand, he’d lived long enough to know that this was an argument he wasn’t going to win.
After the story Rowan gave him a long stare, “Theo…” she started “Uncle Theo” he corrected automatically “yea, Uncle Theo… when are you and Mina going to have a baby and send me away” Theo froze… “um, what?” he managed, Rowan sat up straight and began “I heard Mina and Uncle Seth talking about it earlier, she said she wanted to have a baby and send me away to a boarding school so that you guys could be a family” despite the shock Theo still inwardly noted that Seth got an Uncle where he didn’t, “Rowan… Ro…” he managed at last “we’re not planning to have a baby… Mina doesn’t want… I don’t, um” Rowans face was a look of total disbelief, and hurt, he tried again “Rowan, sweetie, whatever happens with Mina and I, you will always, always have a place with us here.” He pulled her in for a big hug then sent her off to bed, she’d given him a lot to think about.
previous story: www.emmr.co.uk/2014/07/30/the-future/
The Yellow Bandana. Yes, Kathy has it on her head to cover her hair. We have discussed this picture on numerous occasions and have always wondered about the Yellow Bandana. We collected bits and pieces of the story and have been able to put together what we consider as the best possible and logical explanation. We were to be going out on a date in the southern Massachusetts area. When Kathy found that I was going to be late getting home, she agreed to come to our house in Wapping and save a fair amount of time from my driving down to get her and then coming back almost to where we started. She had a great idea as she usually did. She was always thinking and some of her thoughts were just about the best ever. Since she had the afternoon off, she was able to come over quite early. My mother had not made it home by the time she arrived and the house was all closed up. It was a very warm day and with the lack of air conditioning in her car, actually it was quite rare to have air conditioning in a car. It was too hot to sit in the car and she got out and headed for the cool shade of one of the apple trees on the side of the property. Since all the neighbors are close, it was not surprising when Mrs. Nova from next door came over to she how she was doing. Now Mrs. Nova was some lady, she was very smart and had grown up on the type of practical experience you can only get from living life to its fullest. She immediately determined that Kathy had a case of what she called farmer’s heat stroke setting in. She had seen a lot of it when she went out into the fields to bring the guys their lunch. It didn’t take much investigation to spot a case like hers from miles away. She was not just a wise lady but she was also a very take charge type person and she knew what had to be done and when. This is pretty much the way she ran her whole life, she wasn’t always in charge but you could sure not prove it by most people in the area when she wanted something done. You did what she said and asked questions later. Besides anybody coming down with the farmer’s heat stoke wasn’t in a good position to do her own thinking. Mrs. Nova told Kathy she had to immediately cool off and the best way to do it was to clear the chickens away and take a nice refreshing dip in the good ole-swimming hole. As Mrs. Nova was in the process of throwing her in, Kathy objected, she didn’t want to get her hair and clothes all wet; well that is how her side of the story goes. In talking to Mrs. Nova later I found that she was responsible for rescuing the clothing, as she was well aware it was her only outfit and one lady to another and the outfit understanding is there. Like the old rule says, do almost anything, but don’t mess up a ladies outfit when she is ready for a date and has already spent hours figuring out the best combination to wear. That was about the only piece of the story that I was able to get from our wonderful neighbor next door, sort of like the code of don’t kiss and tell, she was more don’t make well and tell, just do it, probably where Nike got it’s slogan but that could be another story. Well suffice it to say she kept her clothes dry, but her hair sure got wet. I think that the first dunking got the hair wet, and after about the fifth dunking it was just totally saturated and the water and hair spray mixture must have been something to see. In any event the new look was really something to see. A little bit of skinny-dipping goes a long way in keeping the clothes dry for the approaching date. Once she settled into the water she found it quite relaxing. The whole setting could almost be considered spa-like. The apple trees in the orchard helped freshen the air and with the chickens and rooster making their standard farm sounds and the addition of a few birds it could only be compared to some of the sounds of nature CD’s that spas sell for the extra relaxation step. To say the whole experience bordered on hypnotic would be putting it mildly. As she floated in the water without a care in the world, her thoughts were like the wisps of clouds in the blue sky above, few and far between and nothing serious or requiring any attention. As Mrs’ Nova stood on the shore she knew her job was done and another success it was. She saw the look on Kathy’s face in the water as the sun glistened on her gorgeous (my description) body and she knew that all was right with the world. She straightened her clothes and hung them on natures coat hanger by the side of the pool of comforting water. Mrs. Nova knew she was safe and would not be going anywhere before she got back with a luxuriously soft towel to soak up all of nature’s remedies on this grandly successful day. ,The dunking and the soaking was a smashing success and she cooled right down; you might say her wickedly hot body was now cool to the touch, although nothing can take away the hot that she always has glowing around her. Who knows how long she lounged around in the garden of happiness. It was the place that cooled the body, settled the mind and rejuvenated the spirit, maybe these spas really do know what they are talking about, but this one was all pure nature. From the natural spring fed pool of crystal clear water to the beauty of the sky above and all with the sound of nature playing on God’s own little turntable. Relaxed, boy was she relaxed. Mrs. Nova gave her approval and Kathy was back on track to getting ready for her date. That Mrs’ Nova is one incredible person, as I mentioned she has the wealth of life’s experiences to use as her reference library, a computer like mind with just about any event she ever saw or participated in right on the edge of her mind just waiting for the opportunity to pull out and use. To sit with her under a tree and take the chance to listen would almost guarantee a period of time when the clock stops and the world spins to a totally different drummer; boy could she spin a tale, except in her case the tales were true and more mind grabbing than anything you could find in any novel, even the best of the best top shelf books. Nothing beats real life in it’s adventures and unbelievable acts of everyday actions. Just like Art Linkletter used to say that kids say the darndest things, it is also true that it’s the realty of life itself that never ceases to amaze and entertain the mind. In the earlier times and less frequently today, people would settle back on the ground and look into the night’s sky for the latest Broadway productions, or the best love stories. The stars above held the stories that grasped the hearts and minds of many s the mind allowed itself to be absorbed into the imagination of all time. It was like the serial movies they played in the movie theaters of your grandparents with snippets of action only to stop as the main character reached the edge of a high cliff or other precarious situation, and then pick back up the following week. In this case it was only necessary to looks to the heavens on another night and the story continued, almost the forerunner of today’s Ipod, you could take it with you and watch it from any spot you happened to be, except no batteries required and the only charging was the way it charged and filled your mind with wonderment. I think I might be getting a little far of field here. To summarize, Kathy was hot, still is hot, she was cooled and hypnotized, and placed back into realty. The skinny dipping part is for sure, but keep in mind, Mrs. Nova’s garden of Eden is as private as is beautiful and you could think no different of the skinny-dipping here as compare to skinny-dipping when you take a bath or shower, all pure natural and not the prime element of the story, although as I float through the story and let it entangled my mind, I find that to be one of the areas that paints quite the picture, but nobody else look, that is my story and my picture of happiness. My mother came home and gave her the yellow bandana to cover her hair, pretty much end of story. By the time I got there she was cool as a cucumber and ready to go. We thanked Mrs. Nova for all her help and brought her back a little something from our date. In the interest of time, we did not awaken her soul and the outpouring of her mind on that day, but there were others, I guess that’s what makes the memories, a story shared becomes the memories to pass on, even if they get a little expanded on, after all what is a good fish story without the fish getting a little bigger with each telling. The foundation of the memory never changes but sometimes they just need to be updated with a fresh coat of paint or maybe a little redecorating, all’s fair in love, war and the story of the memory. Everything worked out for the best and we did our best to put the yellow bandana into the back reaches of our minds. This is about the best recollection that we have, and it is entirely possible that it did not happen this way at all. Sometimes you just never know.
...pareva che il suo corpo acquistasse una leggerezza immateriale, la sua mente si rischiarasse in modo inaudito e i suoi sensi raddoppiassero le loro facoltà. L'orizzonte andava allargandosi sempre più, e non quell'orizzonte cupo sul quale si stendeva un vago terrore, da lui intravisto prima di addormentarsi, ma un orizzonte turchino, diafano, sconfinato, con tutto l'azzurro del mare, tutto lo sfavillio del sole e con tutto il profumo della brezza;allora in mezzo ai canti dei marinai, canti così limpidi e chiari che ne sarebbe nata un'armonia celestiale se si fosse potuto scriverli, vedeva apparire l'isola di Montecristo....
A.Dumas
I have had a nice couple of days on my own. Opportunities like this mean Jane has the run of the house but doesn't need to slip back into the closet at bed time. For the occasion I picked up a set of short, silky PJ's - I slept well.
Just lovely, the best story I have made up was that I was training for the Olympics for Women's snowboarding. I was at Cypress Bowl North Vancouver training in the half pipe, (now I wasn't smoking anything Steve, I wasn't on a skateboard Mikul and Denise I can't shovel your driveway tomorrow after we get 8 inches of snow tonight), but trying out some new tricks. So there I was, my first run, I pulled some amazing air, in fact YVR spotted me on their radar and told me to shut down my flight and wanted to ground me.
But no I persisted, I picked up some mach 2 speed entering the half pipe at the top, I cranked out an ollie for the first trick, went into a hand plant reverse McTwist, move over Rodney Mullen and then cranked and ramped up the next few tricks. The crowd was cheering, the atmosphere just electric, I did a 960 followed by a tail grab 540. Just killer, then as I went 520 feet in the air (staying below YVR's radar) I did 4 twists and two full on 360 summersaults and grabbed the front of the board to get some extra whipping action looking forward to the reverse tail whip 360 for my final move, but as I came down the front of the board snapped back to rapidly and I drove the board into the side of the half pipe.
A disaster waiting to happen, and then the bindings came off pulling my leg and foot out of the boot with full force, and driving my foot into the side of the ice layered half pipe, snapping the 4th toe in half, bending it all the way south to Peru. The crowd grew silent, I lay there motionless realizing that I would not beat what's her name Ricker from West Van this time, the future Olympics put on hold. They say it is a cooling off period, I recall being introduced to two new friends left and right crutch and a wee bit of pain killers. There will be no sequel to this most amazing adventure, I'll try parachuting next time. What a story, love the nice looking crick in my toe and the technicolor full on color.
Til next time, Superman's wife. Everyday is an adventure, I love to create and dream, the injury is very real. Anyone want to shovel my side walk, finish my Christmas shopping. So much for 85 mph!
later and don't follow in my foot steps.
Mrs S.
Just awesome on black and large of course.
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I got involved with a Short Story Reading the other week - Artists are given a short story and asked to produce an image that encapsulates the story.
The author doesn't see the image until it is projected onto the screen behind them while they read their story.
I was given one by a lovely young lady from Manchester, who came all the way down that night just to read it in front of about 45 strangers.
I'm trying to sort out a link to it later.
A good time - and I look forward to doing it again.
Strobist info:
Canon 430 EXII - 1/16th - camera left - Shoot through brolly
Nikon SB900 - 1/8th - Camera right - snooted to backlight the ice.
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Unwinding at the end of a busy day :-) When you have a young child evenings as you once knew them no longer exist and life seems to be on a constant repeat of dinner, bath, brush teeth, and other general bedtime routines. Story time is a favourite for both of us even though she can (pretty much) read on her own these days.
I'm still playing with ideas for this theme but decided to submit this shot as, although it's not technically perfect, I kind of like it.
52 Weeks of Pix 2013, In The Evening
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At the end of each year I create a photo calendar of my son which has between one and four photos for each week of the year. With this year end project in mind I try as much as possible to capture our lives and and Sam growing up from every angle. In the image above I wanted to record the nightly ritual of the bedtime story and the smiles it produces.
To ensure the light given off by the bedside lamp was preserved I didn't use flash but instead used a very shallow depth of field and a high ISO.
Astounding Stories of Super-Science / Magazin-Reihe
- Edmond Hamilton / The Second Satellite
art: John Fleming Gould
Editor: Harry Bates
Publishers' Fiscal Corporation / USA (August 1930)
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
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“Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it.”
Better than great stories are great storytellers. These are people who can recognize moments worth retelling, remember all they need to about them, & bring to life over & over again the moments & times people want to remember. Great storytellers can make us laugh, cry, frightened, or happy, & they always make it appear nearly effortless.
Here's one in action. I wish I could tell you what the story was about, but for most of it I was laying on the floor taking pictures. They were well worth it I feel, but judging from the reactions of those listening (which was everyone), it was damn, damn funny. No surprise from this girl though.
This house tells a story of things in San Francisco from its past and still here today. Story Book House is my personal interpretation of the paintings on the house.
+++ DISCLAIMER +++
Nothing you see here is real, even though the conversion or the presented background story might be based historical facts. BEWARE!
Some background
The North American Aviation P-51 Mustang was an American long-range, single-seat fighter and fighter-bomber used during World War II, the Korean War and other conflicts.
The Mustang was conceived, designed and built by North American Aviation (NAA) in response to a specification issued directly to NAA by the British Purchasing Commission. The prototype NA-73X airframe was rolled out on 9 September 1940, 102 days after the contract was signed and, with an engine installed, first flew on 26 October.
The Mustang was originally designed to use the Allison V-1710 engine, which had limited high-altitude performance. It was first flown operationally by the Royal Air Force (RAF) as a tactical-reconnaissance aircraft and fighter-bomber (Mustang Mk I).
The addition of the Rolls-Royce Merlin to the P-51B/C (Mustang Mk III) model transformed the Mustang's performance at altitudes above 15,000 ft, giving it a much better performance that matched or bettered almost all of the Luftwaffe's fighters at altitude.
The definitive USAF version, which saw use in any late WWII theatre, the P-51D (Mustang Mk IV), was powered by the Packard V-1650-7, a license-built version of the Rolls-Royce Merlin 60 series two-stage two-speed supercharged engine, and armed with six .50 caliber (12.7 mm) M2 Browning machine guns.
Anyway, the Mustang’s development was kept up by North American as well as in Great Britain. There, the Mustang was developed into the Mustang V (a lightweight fighter of which only one prototype reached England), the Mustang VI (a high altitude fighter version which was produced in small numbers and kept in RAF service until 1951) and the Mustang VII, a radical modification for the South East Asia Command.
The Mustang VII was intended as a replacement for the Hawker Hurricanes and early Spitfire variants deployed to India and Burma. One of these types’ biggest concerns had been the engine, or, more specifically, its cooling system. The Merlin’s liquid cooled system had been designed for the mild European climate, but, in the hot and humid Asian environment, the aircraft frequently faced engine problems. An air-cooled, radial engine was regarded as the more appropriate means of propulsion, and with the Bristol Centaurus a powerful option was readily available and earmarked for the Hawker Tempest.
Apart from the new engine and cowling, the Mustang VII prototypes were similar to the P-51D. The Centaurus engine was tightly cowled and the exhaust stacks were grouped behind and on either side of the engine. Behind these were air outlets with automatic sliding "gills".
New air intakes on the inner leading edges of both wings fed the carburetor and an oil cooler. The radial engine installation owed much to examinations of a captured Focke-Wulf Fw 190, and was clean and effective. The bigger frontal area was partly compensated by the removal of the Mustang’s characteristic, ventral radiator tunnel.
This modification also kept the overall increment of weight to only ~90 lb (41 kg) – even though the aircraft became remarkably nose-heavy and handled much different from the Merlin-powered versions. Longitudinal stability also deteriorated slightly.
The first Mustang Mk. VIII, PE883, flew on 28 June 1944 powered by a Centaurus I (2,000 hp/1,490 kW) driving a four-blade propeller, followed by the second, PE884. From the start, the Mustang VII was "tropicalized" for service in the South-East Asian theatre.
Orders were placed in September 1944 for 300 Mustang VIIs, and they were directly deployed to India and Burma. There, the Mustang VII replaced the Spitfire II and Vs in the fighter role, relegating the new RAF Thunderbolts in the region to ground attack, a task for which that type was well suited.
Once the Mustang VIIs were cleared for use, they were used against the Japanese in Burma by four RAF squadrons of the South East Asia Command from India. Operations with army support (operating as "cab ranks" to be called in when needed), attacks on enemy airfields and lines of communication, and escort sorties.
They proved devastating in tandem with Thunderbolts during the Japanese breakout attempt at the Sittang Bend in the final months of the war. The Mustangs were armed with two 500 lb (227 kg) bombs or, in some cases, British RP-3 rocket projectiles. The Mustang VIIs also flew escort for RAF Liberators in the bombing of Rangoon.
The type remained in RAF service until October 1946. After that the RAF passed 60 machines to the Indian Air Force in 1947, together with other piston fighters.
General characteristics:
Crew: 1
Length: 32 ft 8 1/4 in (9.97 m)
Wingspan: 48 ft 9½ in (14.90 m)
Height: 14 ft 6 in (4.39 m)
Wing area: 235 sq ft (21.83 m²)
Airfoil: NAA/NACA 45-100 / NAA/NACA 45-100
Empty weight: 7,725 lb (3,505 kg)
Loaded weight: 9,290 lb (4,220 kg)
Max. takeoff weight: 12,200 lb (5,515 kg)
Maximum fuel capacity: 419 US gal (349 imp gal; 1,590 l)
Powerplant:
1× Bristol Centaurus 1 18-cylinder twin-row radial engine, 2,000 hp (1,490 kW) at take-off
Performance:
Maximum speed: 432 mph (695 km/h) at 18,400 ft (5,608 m)
Cruise speed: 362 mph (315 kn, 580 km/h)
Range: 740 mi (1,190 km) on internal fuel
Service ceiling: 36,500 ft (11,125 m)
Rate of climb: 4,700 ft/min (23.9 m/s)
Armament:
4× 0.787 caliber (20mm) Hispano Mk. II cannons with 200 RPG in the outer wings
Underwing hardpoints for up to 2.000 lb (907 kg) of external ordnance,
including drop tanks, a pair of bombs of up to 1.000 lb (454 kg) caliber, or six unguided missiles
The kit and its assembly:
This conversion was based on the rather academic question: how could a Mustang with a radial engine look like? A weird idea, if you look at the sleek aircraft. But then there was the rather handsome Fw 190 A/F, the Hawker Tempest carried both liquid-cooled and air-cooled engines, and I saw a model of a Merlin Spitfire mated with a Fw 190 BMW engine some time ago. So, why not re-do the Mustang?
Working things out was complex, though. Initially I wanted to graft an R-2800 onto the Mustang’s nose – I had a spare fuselage from a late Italeri F4U at hand, as well as a Matchbox P-51D... After some measuring I was certain: yes, this transplant could work!
Said and done, the Corsair’s front section including the engine was cut out and tailored to fit over the shortened Mustang nose which lost its Merlin. At first I retained the original belly radiator, since it would be a convenient fairing for the oil coolers. The project made good progress, but… the result did not look good, because the R-2800 is rather wide. The aircraft looked very tadpole-like.
So, while in the middle of body sculpting, I decided to change the project, switching to a British Centaurus - a featureless piece from a PM Model Sea Fury with some more changes.
The Centaurus’ selling point was the more slender cowling, and it goes well onto a F4U’s nose section, proven by several conversions of this kind. In order to keep the aircraft as slender as possible I removed the belly tunnel and re-located the oil coolers and air intakes into the wing roots, closer to the engine and more like the installation on the Tempest or the Sea Fury. These extended wing root fairings were created from sprue pieces and putty.
It is amazing how this further modification changed the Mustang’s look – the thing reminds a lot of a La-9/11 now, even though wings, tail and most of the fuselage, including the canopy, were not modified at all? I am also reminded of the F8F Bearcat?
Furthermore, after the new propeller (cuffed blades from a P-47 Thunderbolt, IIRC, with trimmed tips) with a massive spinner from a Hawker Tempest was mounted on its metal axis, this mutant Mustang looked more and more like a Reno Unlimited Class racer? Weird, but sexy!
Otherwise, only minor things were changed, e. g. the landing gear covers were replaced through 0.5mm styrene sheet, a dashboard was added to the cockpit and the thick canopy cut into two pieces. The six 0.5” machine guns were replaced by four short Hispano cannons made from brass.
Painting and markings:
With the Centaurus implant the background story and the operator idea changed. I used this opportunity to paint the aircraft in a late/post WWII SEAC livery – inspired by P-47s operated in this region.
The bare metal finish with dark blue ID stripes and the SEAC roundels already looked nice, but as a twist I incorporated remnants of a former Dark Green/Dark Earth camouflage, on the fuselage and the wings’ leading edges, as anti-glare panels, while the area in front of the cockpit was painted in opaque dark olive drab – a practice to be found on several RAF aircraft of that time are area.
The interior surface were painted with USAF Cockpit Green (Humbrol 224 and 150) and slightly dry-brushed, then the whole kit received a basic coat of Revell Acrylic Aluminum. Later, some panels were painted with different shades of Aluminum and Steel (including Metallizer and normal metallic paint). Some wet sanding blurred the outlines and enhanced the worn look.
Decals come from various SEAC sheets, including the blue ID stripes on wings and tail. The corresponding blue cowling ring was painted with a mix of Humbrol 15 and 104, and pretty flaky around the engine cowling.
As finishing touches some oil stains were added with Tamiya “Smoke” and some soot stains around the exhausts and the guns were added. Finally, the camouflaged areas were sealed under a matt varnish while the bare metal parts received a semi-gloss acrylic coat.
A weird project – one of the few of my models that somehow changed dramatically along the way, even though still true to the original idea of a radial engine Mustang. However, the result was envisioned differently, but I am still happy with the outcome. Even though there’s visually little Mustang breed left…
The Buoy Story.
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Don’t you worry guys…….I am back on dry land now……Yes I am a bit wet……(It truth be known, Very wet)……But the next time I fall into the lake, and I ask you to throw me a buoy…I don’t expect you all to start looking for a boy child to throw to me…..So just what did I Mean……Well Molly ….You see that pole sticking out of the top of your head……(Which you all have had fun smelling the scents around the base)…Well on top of that is a container, containing a life ring buoy……and when, like myself you get into trouble in the water…..You throw that in to help keep me afloat….No Halo….You don’t throw the pole as well…..(It’s not some fetch game you know)….And don’t you think that would just make me sink further…..Look Jazz, I might have looked as if I was having fun in the water….But I assure I was not…..And as for you Maysie-May…..Don’t think that I don’t know, that you don’t even like the rain falling on you, never mind jumping into lakes…….Yes yes….I might be going on a bit……And if push came to shove…..I know you would have all have come to rescue me…..And on the bright side…. at least the camera is safe…So let’s have a photo of you all sat on the bank of the lake shall we.….What do you it would have made a much better photo of me floundering in the lake, Misty….. Ha-ha ...… (I don’t Think so somehow)…..
The Christmas story is over! :-)
Christmas tree (??) was found! :-) Children got gifts! :-) It was a beautiful Christmas day! :-)
Merry Christmas my dear flickr friends! ♥♥
(Thank you for your beautiful words, thank you for your visits! ♥♥♥). :-)
“One’s options in this world are as vast as the horizon, which is technically a circle and thus infinitely broad. Yet we must choose each step we take with utmost caution, for the footprints we leave behind are as important as the path we will follow. They’re part of the same journey — our story.”
― Lori R. Lopez, Dance Of The Chupacabras
Harling Point, Victoria, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada
Planeta
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Seek out and create stories that make you feel that the universe is friendly and life is on your side.
Rob Brezsny
http://role.bandcamp.com/album/stories
Began on 9/2/12; ended on 9/5/12 - working round the clock yo.
The last time I ran my ashing machine, somewhere in the spin/rinse cycle it began making a horrific clattering metal sound-- not good. I did finish the load, but called in a repair man today.
Rick came in and listened to my explanation. Then he said, "I cannot do anything if we cannot reproduce the sound."
That always worries me, as I fear it wont happen, and then I am just another Paranoid Customer. We ran it through a few different short cycles. No clattering. Then Rick pressed soemthing, and there it was!
Ahhh, he said.
"So what is it?" I asked.
He said it was some object that had worked its way into the pump that drains the washer, and it was clattered around the motor impellers. "What might it be?" I asked.
"Oh ,probably just a nickel"
About 3o minutes later, the washing machine was running smoothly. I thanked Rick, and being curious, I asked him what thre object was.
He handed me thos nickel.
Let's hear it for clairvoyant repairmen.