THE FOOTNOTES

Still trying to see what nook can do

Megan   drove  us  to  the  UCONN   health  center  for Moe's  follow  up on recent  surgery.   People  don't  think  your  editor should  do that  kind of  drive.  Good  thing  Meg did it-----big traffic  jam  near  Hartford.  Meg  detoured through  downtown, got  around  the  jam and we arrived right on time for the  exam--which  was  very  favorable.
  We   went to  lunch  at  the  Olive  Garden,  and  got  home  where  Tabor  put on a demonstration  of  his  stair climbing  skills.
   A  romp  in the  yard   around the  blooming  magnolia  tree  topped off the  day. 
 
 

Nancy   receiving  award  for  winning a  tennis  tounament.

Baby  Janet.

Bill  Hahn and  Ronnie  Masi  at  a  costume  party.

Bill,  Jim   &  Dave  Hahn-------Bob  was  not  yet  born

It has been alleged that Old Bob talks too much, particularly to strangers. Bob's problem is that he he is trapped in New England but has a Mid-Western approach to communication. I will clarify, which means to make clear:
Bob routinely talks wirh strangers, as though he is in Iowa, or someplace where that is the norm. Yesterday, Bob was in the checkout line at the supermarket when he engaged the young woman ahead of him in conversation. The conversation, though brief, covered a range of topics, and it was a pleasant experince for all parties including the employee waiting on them. The young woman checked out and left the store. Then Old Bob checked, left the store and was walking to his car. An approaching car came along side, a window opened and it was the woman from the check out line waving a chocolate bar at our hero. She said, " I want you to have this. You are the nicest person I ever met in a check out line."
Here's that nice old guy who should live in Iowa holding his chocolate bar

HOPPING TO SEE YOU SOON

I am experimenting with a different format

With Tabor, Emily, Megan, Peggy, Moe and Old Bob

My theory about extracting water from air usung plastic bottles can be done. Observe the melting which took place under the bottles---had to the result of dripping, since other snow underneath was not melted.

When I was born w ith a veil over my face, a fortune teller
told my mother that meant that I would be a gifted person who would bring great honor to the family. All these years I waited for greatness to descend upon me, or however it got to me.

Recently, I began to think that fortune teller was a smart cookie. I had stumbled upon a notion which gave promise of expanding the knowledge of and possibly control of the environment previously thought to beyond the reach of mortals.
The mental process leading up to my discovery is in itself, quite interesting, and possibly a potential doctoral research topic .

I had sought a means of solving the problem of watering my garden without hauling and hosing. Using everyday materials, I devised a system which I thought was fraught with possibilities, extracting water from air . To accomplish this, I strung together a number of empty plastic juice bottles , hung them upside down with caps removed and positioned them near my growing plants in the garden.
Warm, moisture-laden air would fill the bottles during the day, and cooler temperatures at night would condense moisture from the trapped air. The droplets would drip out by gravity and water the plants. I have noticed that melting occurs beneath the strings of bottles while unmelted snow remains. ERGO......

An unexpected outcome was realized when the sun shone through the bottles . Fleeting moments of beauty were made visible. This was a secondary, but impressive result of stringing plastic bottles together.


Following installation of my bottles, a very strange and provocative period ensued. Connecticut in Midwinter is cold and snowy, but all that changed---mild weather, almost no snow for an extended period. You don’t suppose? A coincidence you say? I thought not!

Overcoming my natural modesty, I began to prepare my acceptance speech for the award which would be coming my way, without doubt.
THEN IT SNOWED. .

Turns out, that veil over my face was more of a cloud over my mind or a bag over my head.

This was our submission the the Doritos "Crash the Superbowl" competition. It didn't win, but still got some internet fame. And, yes, I once again play the villain.