Sitting in a motel room…

A few electrons escaped in a piece of high voltage equipment.  No it’s not the same station as last time.  Yes, I am extremely disappointed.

And I’m a hundred eighty miles from home, sitting in a motel room, contemplating supper.  Fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on that whole lemon – lemonade thing) I know the area well enough to know that there are several good restaurants in the immediate vicinity, including a Vietnamese place that does a delightful job on some of my favorite dishes.

That’s gonna take care of this evening.  That, and a good book.

Tomorrow we see if my repair parts are going to come from Pittsburgh or Nuremberg.  Pittsburgh is probably an overnight delivery.  The last time we tried to get rush parts from Nuremberg, it took almost four weeks, dozens of emails and phone calls, the intervention of the US corporate VP, and I still think that somewhere in Guatemala there’s a big crate from a German manufacturer that nobody knows why it’s there or what it’s for…

2 thoughts on “Sitting in a motel room…”

  1. But the trains run on time there, right? Or did that end with the EU…

    If you like this sort of book, I can recommend “American Patriot.” I just finished it — biography of Colonel George “Bud” Day, former POW of the Vietnam “conflict.”

    In fact, I forward all my books so someone else can read them and they end up at the Enlisted Village in Shalimar, FL. If you’d like to read it, send me a postal address and it will be on the way. I’ll give you the address to send it to afterward, he’ll read, and forward to the village. I keep a list on my web site pages. Anything without an asterisk is read and gone, but I can give you thoughts on anything listed there.

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