Happy St. Patrick’s Day

The cold I’m fighting may slow me down a bit, but Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone just the same. That same cold and some unwelcome rain water in the basement have likewise derailed any thought of attending the Manassas St. Patrick’s Day parade which is a shame because it’s become a tradition for us to hit the parade and then fest at Philly Tavern. We’ll certainly be back next year.

Anyone who reads this blog has seen my Irish book reports and knows we’re deep in preparation for our trip to Ireland in just two weeks. For some more good stuff about St. Patrick’s Day, we watched a good program on The History Channel last night about The History of St. Patrick’s Day which was very good.

Rock Art

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Are your LPs gathering dust in some old milk crate? Mine were. I don’t even own a turntable anymore, so I couldn’t play them if I wanted to. But they used to be such treasures. And face it, looking at album art on a CD case, or even worse some tiny postage-stamped size album cover in iTunes will never be the same as holding a full-size LP in your hands and drinking it in while you listen to the tunes.

While thinking about how to decorate my new basement manspace, it occurred to me that maybe I could build some kind of wood frame that I could slide an album cover into to display it like a piece of art. And while it was an idea of genius, I’m humble enough to recognize that it couldn’t possibly be an original idea. And it’s almost always easier to buy something than to build it. Next stop, The Google, and after some searching and comparing, I placed my order with Rock Art Picture Show for four acrylic frames with mats into which you can easily slide a standard LP. They’re great. Here’s my initial four, but this will be an ever-changing exhibition. I’ll probably start shopping LPs on eBay, just to add to my cover collection.

Piano’s Last Hurrah

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Last August I wrote about the piano we obtained from Craigslist for free. Today I leared we got what we paid for. Among the many ‘things I need to get to’ that the New Year has motivated me to finally ‘get to’, was to have a piano technician out to look at our new instrument and hopefully bring it into playing shape with a few turns of a wrench.

Matt was fast and efficient in removing the various lids and covers that are the piano’s skin, exposing an intricate interior. It didn’t take him long to offer the bad news, the sounding board is broke in multiple places, rending our free piano ‘not worth a penny’.

I explained that although the piano lacked pany particular sentimental value that might justify a major expense, the reality was that we need only an instrument good enough to suit the practice needs of a beginner player. With that understanding Matt agreed to ‘tune’ it as best as possible, and give it a good cleaning, with the understanding that he did not recommend our investing any further money into its repair and that if our kids became serious about the piano, we would want to get them a new one within a couple of years.

While removing the keys, Matt commented, “I wonder what we’ll find inside. I could tell you many stories about the things I’ve found inside of pianos.”. He was right that we’d find something. We found a six-ounce fishing weight, and a small baseball bat. By looking up the make and serial number, we concluded that this piano was built between 1905 and 1910, meaning it has either reached or is very close to reaching 100-years of age. We’ll never know the story behind the lost toy and fish weight, but we can give a respectful ‘last hurrah’ to a good looking instrument that is well past its prime.

Screaming Delivery

Here’s a flashback from the home video collection. It’s September 28, 1990, and we are a young couple in the hospital, awaiting the arrival of our first child, and using our new video camera to record the event. We had already been at the hospital since early morning by the time this clip was taken, and our daughter would not arrive until the very early morning of the next day. But it was a different story in the room next door.

I-95 Flyover

At first, it looked a bit like a UFO. A thin black slash in sky. Then it banked a little bit, and I recognized it as a B2 Stealth Bomber.

It didn’t take long to realize why it was there over I-95. I happened to be on my way into DC today at about the same time that the new Air Force Memorial was being dedicated. I’ve watched the memorial grow slowly over time on my commute into the city, and from a driveby, it’s pretty cool looking.

Right behind the B2 was a C-17, an aircraft that’s very familiar to me for family reasons (look close, you’ll find the connection). Behind the C-17 was the Thunderbirds.

Very cool, and not something you see every day.

Wild Blue Wonder
The Washington Post, 10/13/06

Hurricane Chris?!

It may happen that by later today, Tropical Storm Chris will mature and become the first named Hurricane of 2006… Hurricane Chris!

I’m not sure if I prefer for Chris to be a big and strong hurricane, or for it not to amount to much. I guess the latter. I’m sure all of the Katrinas in the world would prefer not to have had their name attached to last year’s devastating storm.

Stay tuned

UPDATE: OK, so Chris petered out… never even made it to Hurricane strength. Nice storm.

Time Capsule

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I like time capsules. The idea of taking some items, and stashing them away in a place where they are unlikely to be disturbed for a very long time, in the hopes that someday in the future, someone will discover them, really appeals to me. Home construction always offers good opportunities to create a time capsule. We buried one under the slab at our first home in Lake Ridge, and the sub-floor in the basement has some stuff stashed under it. And so we took the opportunity to bury another one underneath the newly poured concrete slab for the addition that we’ve putting on our house.

But the preparation of our time capsule came with some unexpected pressure to make it profound. I hold no expectation of competing with King Tut’s tomb or anything, but what if you write a letter to the future and sound like an ass? Or the treasure trove of trinkets is found to be less than museum worthy? Whatever, I’ll be dead. Then again, they might use the enclosed hair sample to resurrect me, just to mock me for my lame time capsule. We’ll see.

Update: I’ve had my first regret over something I should have included in the Time Capsule, but didn’t. A copy of The Constitution. One needs to be stashed away for safekeeping somewhere!

Here’s the whole inventory of what I included. May be it a worthy find some day…

Family photo w/Family Group Sheet
CD – The Casey Family Tree
2005 School photos of Katie, Will & Colleen
Letters from Chris, Will & Colleen Casey

Collection of Chris’ business cards
CaseyDorin Internet Productions Post-It note pad

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News Headlines compiled by Colleen, 6/19/2006
Washingtonpost.com front page, 6/20/2006
Google News front page, 6/20/2006

Sutton Impact Cartoon, 6/19/2006

Hair samples from Chris & Colleen Casey
(for future cloning. Will refused to part with any of his hair except for a single strand which is loose in the capsule. He was concerned it’s amazing powers might overwhelm the people of the future.)

Cubs ‘Believe’ wrist band
‘Support Our Troops’ wrist band

FPYC 2006 All-Star Soccer Father’s Day Tournament Patch

No ‘W’ sticker
John Kerry for President button
‘I VOTED’ sticker from 2006 Virginia Primary
‘Lefty’ a foam donkey mascot from my company, NGP Software

Two Dollar Bill – 1976
Virginia Commemorative Quarter – 2000
New Jefferson Nickel – 2005
One 1965 Penny (the year Chris was born)
One 1996 Penny (the year Colleen was born)
Three 2006 Pennies

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