I toured the Nautilus a few years back, and the back end where the reactor is (was?) located was not open. Also entry and exit did not require fitting through hatches, these were tourist friendly. The museum there was interesting too. I toured with a friend who had spent several years working on subs at Portsmouth (civilian employee in the late '70's) and he was interested in how ancient the Nautilus technology seemed vs the subs he was familiar with.

Boxes, unless it got tossed. Can't say I've seen it since my last move...

This was my first serious camera. I used it for a couple years in college (late '60's) before switching to a Nikomat with a couple Nikon primes. I learned a lot with that camera, and got some good results. I was doing my own developing and printing at the time so I could see my results quicker, sometimes in the same day.

In the aviation world I've seen this:

ITBOA, BNITBOB

It stands for: In the business of aviation, but not in the business of business. The best skillset, new device, or idea is worthless without knowing how to start, develop, and manage a business.

I found deer footprints in my backyard after the recent snow. (No art intended here, rare in my work anyway)
What I found interesting was that there were three deer, which I know because just behind me when I shot this is my trail camera, which shot 30 seconds of video of them passing right by.

Looking at the footprints, I noted that, except were one deer got out of sync for a few steps near the center of the photos, the two trailing deer were stepping exactly in the lead deer's footprints. The snow wasn't that deep, 5 - 6 inches max. Odd, I've never noticed that before. Does anyone know if this is a common deer behavior?

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IIRC these are "winter robins", not the same ones that herald the arrival of spring. These guys go further north for the summer.

You know you're old when you go to your class reunion and a couple people are wearing products from the company you work for. The product? Those personal help buttons, as in "I've fallen and I can't get up". That company wasn't us, but the same business.

Hi Mark:
You may have already discovered this, but in case you didn't... Here's another of Chamorro's students, here playing with Scott Hamilton...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuHrydtkVAQ

Hamilton joins for "Shine".

The gas tankers that come to Boston load in Trinidad. They sail right past downtown Boston on their way to their terminal on the Mystic River. There is also an offshore terminal miles outside Boston harbor. There appears to a tanker there now, but in the past it was little used.

The caller identified himself as an IRS agent and he was calling to...

I cut him off right there. I told him nice try, but I wasn't fooled, and advised that he has to work on his scam technique. His accent was probably India/Pakistan, he had trouble pronouncing something, etc. And, the real IRS would start by sending something on letterhead outlining any issue.

A week or so later I got a letter from the IRS, starting off with how I'd refused to talk to their agent. It was just a simple question about a correction we'd filed many months back. Oops...

My girlfriend (now wife) lived in a second floor apartment in an old house north of Boston. She went home to visit family for a week or so around Christmas/New Years, coinciding with a spell of extreme cold. When she got back to the apartment, both the hot and cold water pipes for the kitchen, in an outside wall, were frozen. The bathroom water was OK. Looking under the sink I could see that the hot, cold, and drain pipes all appeared to come up through the same 16 inch cavity.

So we got multiple buckets of hot water from the bathroom and dumped them down the drain. It only took a few minutes before there was a thump down below somewhere, and at least a partial flow was restored. But... there was suddenly quite a commotion in the apartment below. Water coming out of the wall. Thankfully the landlord lived in the other half of the house, and was home, so he quickly shut off the water. The wall of the downstairs apartment had to be cut open for the fix, which included some additional insulation.

The AT&T 3G cutoff date is Feb 2022. I know because my company has a lot of 3G products in the field, that are being replaced.

As far as my cameras go, if the price has a comma in it, I'm not in the market. My older DSLR with lenses was comma free when new, and my pocket size camera cost less than half that. Both are gently used, never put as risk in rain or dirty environments. OK, I did crush my first pocket sized one in a stupid fall, but I replaced it with the "Mk 2" version of the original, and both together were still under a grand.

Besides, we all know that once you have a camera that can focus sharp enough and control the exposure to you liking, the rest is up to the knowledge and talent of the photographer. I'll be the first to admit that I am not going to take significantly better pictures with a $4500 camera, compared to my economy equipment.

And to the issue of carrying a lumpy boat anchor camera bag around on vacation, I agree. I've done several trips now with just the pocket size camera, and still got some great pictures for my PC wallpaper, the walls at home, and for my do it yourself yearly calendar.

In junior high and high school in the ‘60’s I found myself listening not so much to the rock of the day, but to a lot of older good music that I found on the AM band. Jazz, big band stuff, etc. I had an old Silvertone tube radio chassis by my desk with a big antenna attached, and at night could pick up stations from up and down the east coast from my home near Boston. The New York stations, of course, the milk man’s matinee, the Night Bird, etc. And even WBT from Charlotte NC. But one of my favorites was from right here in Boston, Jonathan Schwartz’s evening show on WNAC. Lots of great big band stuff, Sinatra, etc. I eventually found him again, playing the same flavor of music, on WNEW, and later doing drive time on WQEW, which I could pick up during my long commute home on 495.

Now we all can cruise the web and find any sort of music we want.

I think my opinion of a lot of current music is best summed up by a question I asked one of my kids a few years back: “What key is he cursing in?”

My dog, a 20 pound terrier mix, was home alone when lightning struck a tree about 50 feet from the house, and maybe 55 feet from her favorite sleeping chair. So close you not only hear it, but feel it. It must have been loud, because it knocked a picture off the wall right behind her chair. Now, every time it rains she gets nervous. And if she detects any thunder in the far distance, she starts shaking and either goes under the bed or under the pillows on the sofa.