This has been the week that keeps on giving. We had a major windstorm on Sunday night. Hometown faired well, but neighboring Town Where I Work was shredded. The power was finally restored at the firehouse yesterday noon. Some parts of town were just getting electricity back today, and other neighboring towns are worse.
The storm means fire calls. We get the usual wires and trees down, as you would expect. Half of the fire alarms malfunction when the power fails, and the other half malfunction when it comes back. People seem to get sick and injured for completely un-storm-related reasons, yet they do it at a higher rate than on regular days. There was a major fire, and a minor almost-fire. We have been non-stop 24×7 since the storm began, or so it seems.
This is a long way of saying “no profound blog post tonight.” Mrs. Mack505 and I have theater tickets and plan to spend some time together IRL. See you tomorrow!
P.S. Sebastian would like you all to know that it’s dinner time.
I had a great post planned for tonight, but then life intervened. I’ve been entertaining relatives from out of town, cleaning the attic, and eBaying stuff. A quality post needs more time and energy than I have this evening.
NaBloPoMo has run for 29 of 30 days, so this placeholder will have to do for today. Stay safe out there.
Earlier I mentioned the Timesaver. With my newfound inspiration, I did some research on switching puzzles. I still plan to build a Timesaver, but I decided to start off with Inglenook Sidings. Inglenook is a fiendishly simple puzzle designed by Alan Wright in the UK. Simply put, you have 8 cars on three sidings, with 14 slots total. You have to make a train from a randomly selected 5 cars, in a specified order.
Sounds simple, doesn’t it?
I spent a lot more time than I’d care to admit.
It’s a motley selection of cars, starting with the small amount I had saved from years ago, winnowed down based on running condition and coupler style. Selection of the five cars was randomized by assigning each a number and then drawing from a deck of cards.
For some reason the puzzle wasn’t going well until I cracked a Tuckerman’s Headwall Alt. Fortunately the FRA doesn’t have jurisdiction over my dining room table.
It’s done, and it seems like it may provide a few evenings worth of mental exercise. Now it just needs some scenery and an industry or two.
Cleaning the garage is easy. It can be heavy work, but there are only two questions to answer.
1. Is it useful?
2. Will it be useful in the quantifiable future?
If the answer is ‘no’ to both, then out it goes.
Attics are a lot tougher. Attics are full of memories and emotions. Childhood mementos, items saved for the future; dreams realized, postponed, or dashed; and a fair amount of good old junk all compete for space. It all had a purpose when it went up there.
I hate cleaning out the attic, but the physical and emotional weight of of stuff is reaching critical mass. It needs to go. Wish me luck.
Thirty years ago tonight @0235 hours, Lynn Fire Alarm transmitted box 414 for a reported fire at 264-266 Broad Street. The first arriving engine found fire showing from the front of an eight story mill and called for the Working Fire at 0238. By 0245, the district chief had struck the second, third, and fourth alarms. The Chief of Department would go on to strike the fifth through tenth alarms by 0255.
At 0257 he took the unprecedented step of declaring a conflagration. 95 engines, 25 ladders, 2 rescue companies, and 10 Civil Defense engines would eventually respond.
My own small FD would not be among them. Legend has it that we had our own fire and were the only department in the county to not attend.
More history on the Great Lynn Fire of 1981 can be found at the Box 41 website, and there is a fine pictorial of all the Great Lynn Fires available in book form.
Today I attended the local Tour de Chooch with a friend. TDC is a free, annual, self-guided event where owners of some fabulous model railroads open them for visitation. I saw some simply wonderful things and was inspired.
The reality, however, is that I have neither the time nor the willpower to build a basement empire at this stage in my life. I’m thinking about a small shelf railroad, perhaps a Timesaver variant, to keep me busy over the winter and allow some of my old boyhood trains to come out and play again.
This is one of my most prized posessions. Deputy Dad had it custom painted for me at least 25 years ago now. At the time all I knew was that I wanted my own B&M engine. The guys at the local hobby shop delivered very nicely with an Athearn flywheel drive and Kadee couplers. This was state-of-the-mid-80’s art. It may not have Digital Command Control or ProtoSound, but it has memories.
I was organizing my iPhoto library, and I came across these.
Engine 1 v3.0 was our last ‘rural’ fire engine. Gas engine, manual transmission, hydrovac brakes, 3″ supply hose and a Squad 51 lightbar. It was a relic from another era when it was new, but it served valiantly for 21 years before retirement in 2000.
When I first joined the department, we still rode this back step. Now it seems stupid and dangerous. Back then it was just cold and wet. Some days I still miss it.