Third sale!

This is fun. And profitable.

We sold Maria's old 22" Dell monitor this evening to a guy named Jesus for $45. We met him in the Chik-fil-A parking lot. We were the only car there since the restaurant is closed on Sundays.

Second sale

I made my second Jonesboro Facebook Yard Sale deal this evening - a Moultrie trail camera for $40.

First sale

We're offering some stuff for sale on the Jonesboro Facebook Yard Sale page and just made our first sale.

It's a 50-gallon Rubbermaid tank - 12 inches deep and 31 inches wide - that we bought a year or two ago for the dogs to use as a swimming pool in hot weather. They refused to get into it and it sat in the back yard being unused and in the way.

I started getting queries within minutes of the listing going live and Maria and I just returned from the Brookland Sonic parking lot where we sold it to a guy for $35.

I much prefer doing business in a well-lit public space rather than have people I don't know come to our home in a secluded wooded subdivision.

Maria is home

Maria is home!

She rolled into the driveway at 11:25 a.m., way earlier than I expected.

I'm able to track her whereabouts with the iPhone "Find Friends" app and when I checked first thing this morning I was startled to see she was already in southern Illinois. I called her and found her in the Cracker Barrel at Mount Vernon, having left Austin's house in Speedway, Ind. a little after 4 a.m.

I set to getting the house tidied up and in the process discovered the dishwasher that was worked on yesterday would not start. I called the repair folks and they sent the same technician out, which was convenient because he already knew the background. He got it running with instructions to call if it craps out again. I will.

One of the first things I did after she got home was to put her wedding ring back onto her finger after if went missing eight long years ago and finally turned up yesterday.

Fixing stuff

My day started with a run down to our downtown Jonesboro office building to oversee the repair of the asphalt parking lot. We had one monstrous crater that took up a whole parking space. I've been worried about it for a couple of years, but this is the first time we were able to get a paving company to pay attention to us. Thank you Doug Barker and Barker Brothers Paving. They also resurfaced a few small spots and filled a couple of smaller potholes.

I had to leave before they finished in order to be home when the dishwasher repair guy came to complete the heating element changeout that I started Monday and bungled. It turned out that my diagnosis was correct - it was the heating element - and I had a replacement part on hand that I got from Amazon.com for about $23. It would have cost me about $70 from the appliance repair folks.

But the high point of my day came when I unpacked and tried on the Walls Men's Amarillo barn coat that I got from the Amazon Vine Program to review. It was offered in 2XL and I worried that it would be baggy, but they sent me an XL that fits perfectly. It's very well made and has a cool looking red-and-black plaid fleece lining. The exterior fabric is what they call "Heritage cotton duck colth, sanded and stone-washed for a warm, soft feel."

Now, all I need is some cool weather. The 10-day forecast calls for highs in the low to mid 70s.

Home again, home again

I received a medical/honorable discharge from the U.S. Air Force on this date in 1965.

Here I am a day or so later in my parents' back yard with their dog Snoopy and still sporting a basic training haircut.

I'm calling it a miracle

Maria's wedding ring vanished eight years ago, about the time that she took it off to refinish my great-grandmother's kitchen table.

We worked through several scenarios - she put it into the cardboard box holding the refinishing chemicals and tools, she had it in her change purse when she gave a handful of coins (and maybe the ring) to a homeless woman, she put it into the silverware drawer in the kitchen, and on and on.

Fast forward to this afternoon when the UPS driver delivered the heating element for our Kenmore dishwasher. I struggled to get it out from under the countertop - never did get it all the way out and finally gave up and called the appliance repair people to help me finish the job - but I got it far enough out to find Maria's ring on top of the dishwasher at the very back.

Maria is in Indiana visiting her family and meeting her new granddaughter, so I called her with the news. There is a small gap in the cabinet wall between the silverware drawer and the dishwasher and we think something happened - like closing the drawer abruptly - that made it hop through that gap. What is doubly surprising is that the appliance guy who replaced the heating element in May, 2015 never noticed it when he had the dishwasher pulled out.

I always knew it would turn up someday. Today was the day.

Happy Birthday, Steve!

My son Steve is 46 today. He makes me proud.

Scary news on Halloween

I woke up this morning to find this in my Facebook news feed.

Am I worried? Hell, yes I'm worried.

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Later: It seems that the authorities at the pipeline protests are checking Facebook check-ins to target protesters and folks sympathetic to the protest are doing fake check-ins to confuse the authorities. Sean just posted a video of the gas range at his new residence in Portland.

Phew!

My K1200GT needs a new battery

The BMW motorcycle battery that I paid $227 (battery and labor) for on May 21, 2012 at Bloodworth BMW Motorcycles in Nashville, Tenn., is on its last legs.

I was mildly surprised when I checked just now to see how old it is - I thought it was a bit newer than 5½ years. That's a reasonable expectation for a battery, so it looks like I'll have to bite the bullet and ride down to Memphis and have the dealer there install a new battery.

I noticed it isn't holding a charge a couple of weeks ago when I rode it to the post office and it seemed to strain to start the bike again for the ride home. I put it on a charger and it seemed ok, but three days later it was flat again.

Thinking the battery was newer than 5½ years, I suspected the new starter relay I had installed about a month ago. Could it possibly be draining the battery? It seemed unlikely, but stranger things have happened. Now that I know the true age of the battery, I think I can rule out the starter relay as the problem.

Wikileaks summarized and made easy

http://www.mostdamagingwikileaks.com/

D4 and more

I've digitized about 35 vinyl albums since I set up my Numark TTusb turntable next to the desk in my office three weeks ago.

I retrieved my 30-year-old Discwasher system from a box in the garage a couple of weeks ago and have just about exhausted the 1.24 fluid ounce bottle of D4 fluid that was about a third full when I opened it for the first time in three decades. I was happy to discover that D4 Discwasher fluid is still available, the company having been taken over by RCA, and I ordered three bottles of the stuff from Amazon.com. I just got a text message informing me that my purchase has been shipped.

I also got a little deeper into the features of Audacity, the free software that I use to digitize my albums and turn them into mp3 files.

I digitized a crude little six-song album by the Delphi High School swing choir, recorded sometime in 1962. The name of the ensemble was the Top 20 because we (I was in it for my junior and senior years) were presumably the top 20 voices in the school choir. The recording is monaural and very low quality, but I dutifully sent mp3 copies to all of the Top 20 alums who expressed an interest.

I revisited the project this morning and achieved a dramatic improvement in sound quality using the noise reduction feature of Audacity. The I tried a trick my recording engineer son Sean taught me years ago: I copied the single mono track to create a second channel. Then I selected the right channel and inverted the sound waves. The effect is a simulation of stereophonic sound. Pretty cool, huh?

I emailed the cleaned up and stereo-ified tracks to my friends, noting that this is undoubtedly the best that recording ever sounded. I won't rule out further tweaks, but I'd done fiddling with it for now.

Keys

I found myself standing behind a guy with a white shirt and tie at the pharmacy today.

He had what looked like an old-style pager and this wad of keys on his belt and it got me thinking and noticing that I don't think it's especially cool to hang a bunch of keys on your belt.

I suppose some guys think it's a status symbol, announcing to the world that they are important because they have been entrusted with keys to a lot of important doors.

I, on the other hand, am not impressed.

It made this guy look like a white collar janitor.

Digitized

Digitized this two-record set yesterday. I'd forgotten how good they were.

Fixed

I was quite chagrined last night when Maria announced that our dishwasher had crapped out.

I checked my records and found we had identical symptoms - flashing green "clean" light and couldn't make it start - a year ago in May and paid serious money to replace the heating element.

I was all set to try to effect repairs myself when I came across a simple fix. By pressing a particular set of buttons, I made the green light go out and restored the full function of the dishwasher. Now I wonder if I really needed to pay for a new heating element and installation in May, 2015.

No thanks

I can remember when it was a big deal when the new phone books came out.

Not so much now.

Here's a stack of them that were rejected by folks who found them in their post office boxes (me included). I haven't looked up a phone number in a telephone directory for years. We have an unlisted number, so we're not in it anyway.

Ruthie - five years gone

We lost our beloved Ruthie five years ago today. She was a rescue from Crawfordsville, Ind. and she was a funny, sweet dog. Here she is waiting for Austin Dunbar to come home from school in Thorntown.

K bikes

BMW motorcycles come in lots of styles and engine types. I happen to favor the K series that was introduced around 1985. It was a radical departure from the horizontally opposed twin cylinder engine that was BMW's standard design since the Bavarian Motor Works began making motorcycles in 1923.

The horizontal twin - known as R bikes - continues to dominate BMW motorcycle sales, however, going through continual refinements. The GS series of R bikes (Gruenwald/Strasse, or Forest/Street) is widely recognized as the Swiss Army Knife of motorcycles - a go anywhere, do anything bike made for global adventuring.

The K bike niche is narrower, embracing sport, touring, and sport-touring with limited off-road appeal.

My first two BMWs were R bikes - a 1971 R50/5 and a 1981 R100RS. I was seduced by the powerful, responsive K bike engine in the spring of 1991 and bought a '91 K100RS that carried me more than 160,000 miles before it developed a terminally expensive engine problem and had to be parted out on Ebay.

I replaced it in 2003 with an '03 K1200GT - a 1,200cc luxury sport touring bike that is about to turn 79,000 miles. In autumn of 2000, I bought a 1994 K75S for Maria. Her enthusiasm for riding has waned so it has fallen to me to keep the battery up and ride it often on local errands.

Fellow K bike enthusiast Jack Riepe, who write humorous columns for the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America's monthly magazine, decided to champion the cause of the (we believe) underappreciated K bike by creating the Secret K Bike Rider's Club, complete with club t-shirts.

I ordered one from him and it came this week. He asked that I send him a photo of myself wearing the shirt next to my K bike(s), so here it is.

Eureka!

Delphi (Ind.) High School had a swing choir in the early 1960s called the Top Twenty because it was composed of the top 20 choral voices in the school.

I and many of my friends were members. We thought we were pretty good and apparently contest judges thought so too, because we won a lot of awards at NISBOVA (Northern Indiana School Band and Vocal Association) contests.

Sometime in 1962, an audio engineer from nearby Logansport recorded us and created a six-track monaural phonograph album.

I've wanted to find and digitize my copy ever since I acquired a Numark TTusb turntable from a friend, with the aim of sharing the files with my fellow Top Twenty alumni and alumnae (yes, I took two years of Latin in high school).

I've been searching through hundreds of LPs in crates and boxes in the garage where they've languished for the nine years we've been in Arkansas. I got serious this morning and moved the lawn tractor and generator out of the way to give me an unobstructed view of a couple of hard-to-reach crates and, wonder of wonders, I found it!

The sound quality is slightly better than horrible, given today's recording and playback technology yielding extremely low noise-to-sound ratios. But even so, it takes me back to a different time and place where we had no idea how innocent we were. Considering the engineer's equipment and skills set, it's an acceptable artifact from more than a half-century ago.

The Great White Wonder

Here's Bob Dylan playing with The Band at the I.U. Assembly Hall on Feb. 3, 1974.

In honor of Dylan being the announced winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature this week, I dug out my copy of his 1969 bootleg album, The Great White Wonder, and digitized it.

It's a 2-LP collection of monaural tracks that, I'm surprised to note, is selling used for $167 on Amazon.com.

I uploaded my digitized collection of mp3 tracks to my Amazon Music library and am seriously considering putting the vinyl up for sale.

Back at it

I dug this 1964 Kinks album out of the stacks in the garage and also rescued my 1970s Discwasher setup.

I found a YouTube video that refreshed my memory on how to use the Discwasher and was happy to find it still had an ample supply of D4+ fluid with it.

This process gets a little easier with each album.

That is until Audacity locks up while I'm labeling tracks on the Blues Brothers "Briefcase Full of Blues" album.

Success!!!!

After more than a little trial-and-error, I succeeded this morning in editing this little-known classic Levon Helm album and getting it into iTunes and, from there, into my Amazon.com music library.

Helm's self-titled album was released on vinyl in 1978. A more recent CD version sells on Amazon.com for $38.99.

My vinyl copy came to The Indianapolis News as a review copy. I didn't appreciate it at the time and probably played it once before shelving it for 38 years, so it's in pristine condition and required virtually no cleanup in the editing process. The album features a stellar cast of musicians, starting with producer Donald "Duck" Dunn, Steve Cropper on guitar, Tom "Bones" Malone on trombone and Alan Rubin on trumpet - perhaps better known from the Blue Brothers movie.

The last tricky part was importing the tracks from iTunes to the Amazon Music Player library. Amazon wouldn't accept .wav files, so I had to go back to iTunes and make copies in the AAC format.

Wall, now I know how it's done, so onward!

Improvement

Nothing like a new stylus and cartridge to improve playback.

Those tiny screws and connections are a bit of a challenge for my big fingers and limited focus vision.

Change of plans

Until this week, I figured I'd be riding up to Potosi, Mo. this morning for the Falling Leaf Rally.

Instead, I'm waiting for the UPS truck and a stylus/cartridge combination for my Numark TTUSB turntable.

I chose to skip the rally because it appears all of my Indianapolis BMW Club friends have gone to Barber Motorsports Vintage Days in Birmingham, Ala.

The stylus/cartridge purchase was made on Wednesday when I discovered I wasn't getting both channels accurately when digitizing my vinyl albums. I pretty much ruled out bad settings in the Audacity software and narrowed it down to the stylus or cartridge. Just to be sure, I'm replacing both of them.

And, of course, the weather is perfect for the rally.

I can only hope that Barber Motorsports Park doesn't decided to make this a permanent second-weekend-in-October event.

More digitizing

Starting out this morning digitizing Reflections in a Crystal Wind by Richard and Mimi Fariña.

The album was released in 1965. Fariña's first and only novel, "Been Down So Long it Looks Like Up to Me," was published in April, 1966.

Two days after its publication, Richard was at a booksigning party at a Carmel, Calif., bookstore. A guest at the event was on a motorcycle and offered Richard a ride down Carmel Valley Road. The guy went into an S-curve at an estimated 90 mph and crashed. The rider lived but Richard was killed instantly. He is buried in Monterey.

Mimi, who died of neuroendocrine cancer at her home in California, on July 18, 2001, was a sister of Joan Baez.

Maria and I have ridden down that road at a more reasonable speed and survived.

I'm so glad I learned good record-handling habits

I just finished digitizing this album, which I've had since I was a junior in high school.

You would expect a 54-year-old vinyl record to have some scratches, clicks and pops, but my copy is amazingly clean. That, I guess, is a testament to the training in record handling I received from my band director, Rick Laughlin.

While my contemporaries thought nothing of clamping greasy fingers onto the grooves, I took special care to never touch the grooves lest oils from my skin capture dust. I always handled LPs by the edge and made a point of returning them to their jackets as soon as they came off of the turntable.

Consequently, my vinyl record collection is still worth digitizing.

Digitizing

I finally gave up trying to get the sound to work reliably on Maria's Dell laptop and abandoned my plans to digitize my vinyl albums in the living room.

So I cleared a space on the table next to my upstairs desktop computer yesterday, brought the Numark USB turntable up and fiddled with my free copy of Audacity recording software until I got it working to my satisfaction.

Then I went to work digitizing the first four albums - a couple of early Kate & Anna McGarrigle albums, the Blues Brothers "Briefcase Full of Blues" record and a two-record Jimmy Buffett concert album from 1978.

I'm just getting the albums into digital form for now and will go back and clean them up and separate out the individual tracks later.

It's fun hearing music I'd forgotten, some of which it turns out is quite forgettable.

Buckeyes on the way

A thoughtful Delphi, Ind. guy is sending me some freshly fallen buckeyes so that I can try to grow a buckeye tree or two. Or three.

Jim Huddleston, who once lived just up the road at Paragould, responded to my request for buckeyes that I posted on a Delphi nostalgia Facebook page.

Thanks, Jim!

Hoping to see friends in Potosi

I typically go to two BMW club rallies a year - the European Riders Rally in Burkesville, Ky., in May and the Falling Leaf Rally in Potosi, Mo. in October.

The main reason why I go to these is that several of my Indianapolis BMW Club friends usually show up.

I've been getting psyched up about the Falling Leaf Rally, set for next weekend, so I posted to the Indianapolis BMW Club Facebook page asking who's going to Potosi. It turns out that several folks are passing on Potosi and going to the Barber Motorsports Vintage Days next weekend in Birmingham, Ala.

Crap.

I remain hopeful that some of my Indy friends will go to Potosi.

Hedge apples, aka Osage Oranges

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I just had a flashback to the autumn of 1969 when I was a reporter for The Indianapolis News.

Another reporter was doing a series of profiles of wives of Indiana college presidents and I tagged along as a driver/photographer.

I have a vivid recollection of the day we went to visit Polly Seymour, wife of Wabash College President Thaddeus Seymour. She had a bowl of hedge apples decorating the bar in her kitchen. I suppose I should have been familiar with hedge apples, but they were new to me and made a lasting impression.

Buckeyes

Today's cool autumnal weather reminds me of autumn in Delphi, Ind. when I was a kid - specifically about time spent after school on the way home.

There was a large buckeye tree next to the Monroe Street entrance to the Delphi City Park on the city's eastside that bore its seeds/nuts around this time of the year. My friends and I would stop on our way home from school to fling sticks up into the branches and knock down as many buckeyes as we could before it was obviously time to head for home.

I used to collect a cigar box full of buckeyes every fall and just as regularly, my mother would throw them away.

I haven't seen a buckeye or a buckeye tree in years and, according to the map of the tree's range, I'm not likely to see any here in northeast Arkansas.

Interesting Volkswagen history

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Disconnected

I pulled the seat off of my 2003 BMW K1200GT this morning to secure a strap for the tank bag and discovered that somebody forgot to re-connect the cable for the heated seat when the guys at Grass Roots BMW Motorcycles put my bike back together last week.

No big deal. I easily found where to plug it in and it works fine now.

Dogs gone, dogs returned

I mowed the lawn yesterday afternoon, including the fenced section of the back yard where the dogs hang out.

This necessitates bringing the dogs into the house and putting them into their kennels so they are out of the way and so they don't bolt through the gate that I have to open to get the John Deere LA 125 lawn tractor in and out of the enclosed area.

Once I finished mowing, I parked the mower next to a hose spigot, attached the hose to the mower deck and activated the blades for two minutes to flush out whatever grass was stuck to the underside of the mower.

Then I turned off the water, disconnected the hose and parked the mower in the garage.

I let the dogs out into the yard and sat down with an iced tea to watch TV.

About an hour later, I thought I heard a voice in the back yard and saw Jack come onto the porch through the dog door and get a drink. Moments later, I noticed someone at the front door.

It was Tony Micenhamer, one of our neighbors, asking if I was OK. He said our dogs were out and the gate had been open. Yeah, I forgot to close and cable lock the gate before I let the dogs into the yard.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Tony said Jack showed up at his house, prompting him to come over and see if I had some kind of medical emergency.

With Jack secured in the back yard, we set out to search for Dora. Tony went south and I went north, up into the newer section of our small wooded subdivision. I went to the end of the road and turned around, scanning in all directions.

As I crested a rise, I looked over to my right toward the back of the house that sits across the cul-de-sac from our place and saw Dora standing inside the neighbors' fenced in-ground swimming pool area. I parked the car and walked to the pool with Dora's leash in hand. The gate was open, but Dora seemed stuck at the other end of the pool enclosure, apparently creeped out by the tarp covering the pool. She seemed glad to see me as I snapped the leash to her collar and led her to the car.

I thank God for protecting our dogs from my carelessness and making their recovery so quick and easy.

Our first Aussie, Pete, went walkabout a couple of times when we lived in Thorntown, Ind. and was gone for a few days each time, creating horrible anxiety. I'm very grateful that we were spared this time and am doubly grateful for Tony's alertness and help.

Another big adventure

We drove up to Cape Girardeau this morning to retrieve my 2003 K1200GT from Grass Roots BMW Motorcycles where they did a major clutch overhaul, new rear brake pads and replaced the exhaust system that had a broken header pipe. The cost was $2,492.96. Could have been worse. A new exhaust system costs $1,700 but one of the employees had a used one he let me have for $250.

Maria was following me home when she called my cell phone, Bluetooth linked to my Garmin Zumo GPS. I have no microphone for the setup, so all I can do is hear the caller in my in-ear monitors. Seems she had a flat tire and was on the berm about 4 miles behind me. I stopped under an overpass around the 44-mile marker on I-55 and called the USAC road service we pay for through Shell Oil Co. I doubled back and found her around the 48-mile marker. There was nothing more I could do, so I rode about 10 miles south to a rest area and checked in on her. The road service guy had arrived and was working on the tire change.

She told me to go on home and she'd be along as soon as the could. I got home a little after 3 p.m. and checked her whereabouts on my iPhone Friend Finder app, confirming that she was about a half-hour behind me.

Never a dull moment.

Why I hate going to Little Rock

Maria had a work-related conference to attend yesterday in Little Rock, so I served as chauffeur for the 294 round-trip miles.

I was reminded again how much I hate going to Little Rock. It's a 2:20 trip and the Little Rock interstate system is a freaking nightmare. I've driven and ridden through a lot of cities, and I can't think of any with a worse-engineered road network. We get caught up in traffic jam bottlenecks every time we go there, regardless of the time of day.

Adios Starbucks, Hola Cafe Bustelo

I bought a 10 ounce can of Cafe Bustelo yesterday at Kroger, noting that it's supposed to be an espresso grind and is about half the price of the Starbucks Espresso Roast beans I've been buying.

When I opened the can this morning, I was pleased to see it truly is a finely ground, espresso-grade coffee, meaning I can put the coffee grinder away.

And it tastes every bit as good as Starbucks, maybe better.

African Violets

I found myself thinking about my mother's African violets this morning.

I have no idea why.

African violets, aka Saintpaulia, come from Tanzania. They are a houseplant that likes indirect sunlight. They have thick, puffy leaves that I couldn't resist squeezing to death when I was a little kid, much to my mother's dismay.

Now, I wouldn't mind having some around to remember her by.

Meet Hayden Marie Dunbar

I became a grandfather again, or at least a step-grandfather, at 2:32 a.m. CDT today when Hayden Marie Dunbar was born to Megan and Austin at Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. She measured 21 inches and weighed 7 pounds, 8 ounces. She showed up exactly on her due date and, so far as we can tell, is absolutely perfect.

Shooting football

Maria and I went to our neighbor boy's football game yesterday. I got lucky and caught him on his one carry of the game.

In surgery

My new BMW riding friend from Jonesboro, Dennis Spurlock, who gave me a ride home from Cape Girardeau on Wednesday, was back at Grass Roots BMW today for a tire and sent me this photo of my bike on a lift.

It's being torn down for a clutch overhaul that is estimated to cost me about $2,000. It's painful, but not as painful as paying for a new bike.

Hillary Clinton and DNC Leaks "Off Limits" 'Til After Election

An expensive trip to Cape Girardeau

This is me spending most of yesterday waiting at Grass Roots BMW Motorcycles in Cape Girardeau, Mo.

I rode up there (a little less than 150 miles) to get a fully functional starter relay installed in my 2003 K1200GT, replacing the jury-rigged relay setup they gave me in the spring. Since I'd already paid for the previous relay, this was to be a free visit.

But then I noticed that my clutch was slipping. I thought I'd felt it the day before, but it was really obvious when I got off of I-55 at Cape Girardeau. I hoped it was just a cable adjustment, but I was soon disabused of that notion. The most likely scenario is a leaking seal that lets oil get into the clutch mechanism - something that will require a complete teardown of the clutch. That's a process that will involve an estimated 12 hours of labor, plus parts.

Happily, a BMW rider from Jonesboro was on hand to see the antique motorcycles arriving for a stopover in this year's Motorcycle Cannonball Run. And, more happily, he was on four wheels and cheerfully offered me a ride home. So all I had to do was endure a few hours of ennui at the dealership. He dropped me off at my door about 7:15 p.m., which was considerably earlier than I would have gotten home if Maria had to retrieve me after she got off work.

And it turns out that I left my hi-viz CamelBak at the dealership, which I confirmed this morning and will be waiting for me whenever I claim my repaired bike.

I hate the expense, but at least the problem cropped up at the dealership and not out on some remote stretch of highway.

It sure looks like she has advanced Parkinson's disease

When technology stops working

I just spent another 15 minutes on the phone this morning to Ebay trying to resolve a problem that developed yesterday when I found the security code generating token I've been using since August, 2007, no longer works to access my Ebay and PayPal accounts.

I got it after my PayPal account was hacked in the summer of 2007 and have used it ever since as a third layer of security for PayPal and Ebay. Under this arrangement, I entered my login and password, then pressed the button on the device and it generated a six-digit security code that I entered online to complete the sign-in process.

Apparently it has reached the end of its useful life. At least that's what PayPal customer support concluded yesterday afternoon. They no longer give their clients security code generators. Instead, they send the security code to the user via text message to his cell phone. So they officially deactivated my device and set me up with the text message system.

Unfortunately, their fix does not apply to my Ebay account. I spent several minutes with Ebay customer service yesterday without getting anywhere. The problem seems to be that they don't know what to do if the problem isn't addressed by their scripted flow chart.

I ran into the same thing this morning. The young woman was obviously stymied and unable to find anything in her script that related to the problem I described to her. I find this puzzling, since I'm sure other long-time security code generator users are having the same problem.

She finally ended the conversation, promising she would call me back in one to two hours with a solution.

In the meantime, I have an auction that has closed or is about to close. If my item sold, I have no way to complete the transaction.

Another garage find

Here's another garage find - one of three Indiana University School of Nursing reunion photos including my mother. This one is from May 19, 1979 - their 40th anniversary class reunion.

Hot round, handle with care

I found this bullet among my late father-in-law's effects. Capt. Phil Kroon served with the 144th Field Artillery Group in World War II and ended the war in Austria. He brought back a lot of stuff.

I asked Facebook folks in several WWII interest groups if they could identify this 13mm, 1.2 ounce, 2-inch-long bullet. The results were eye-opening and a little worrisome.

It's a round from a MG131, a machine gun used on several types of Luftwaffe aircraft. It was installed in the Messerschmitt Bf 109, Me 410 Hornisse, Fw 190, Ju 88, Junkers Ju 388, He 177 Greif bomber. The markings indicate it's a high explosive tracer round that has not been fired - just removed from its shell casing. The clean copper band indicates it hasn't traveled down a gun barrel. So it's still very dangerous. Now to decide what to do with it.

Color marking Explanation
Yellow Explosive and explosive incendiary round (HE)
Black Armour piercing round (AP)
Blue Incendiary round (I)
Grey Training round
Red band, light Tracer (T)
Red band, dark Night tracer
Green band Self destruction
Yellow band Armour piercing explosive round (APHE)
Blue band Armour piercing incendiary round (API)

100 years ago today

Today is the 100th anniversary of the laying of the cornerstone of the Carroll County Courthouse in Delphi, Ind. I have a special connection to the place and the event because my dad, Charles M. Flora, was a participant.

My grandfather, Irvin Flora, was the Democrat Township Trustee and was invited to march in the parade leading up to the cornerstone laying. My dad was 6 at the time and refused to leave grandpa's side. So when it came time to toss the Democrat Township history into the cornerstone time capsule, grandpa handed it to dad and my father did the honors. That's the cornerstone I'm standing next to in the photo.

Irvin Flora later served as Carroll County Treasurer and my dad was his deputy.

Bockscar

I dragged the generator out of the garage yesterday and ran its tank dry in order to fill it with freshly treated gasoline.

In the process, I poked around in some of the boxes and found this photo of Bockscar on the airfield at Tinian after the Nagasaki bombing mission, autographed to me by the co-pilot, Don Albury. Cool, huh?

A little snark on a Friday morning

The Memphis Public Library & Information Center has an FM radio station - WYPL (89.3) - that has several hours a day of volunteers reading newspapers, magazine and books, interspersed with some National Public Radio and local TV audio programming.

I listen to WYPL occasionally because there isn't much else to listen to around here other than the local talk radio station that carries Glenn Beck, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Mark Levin and others.

But I can only handle a few minutes of the morning readers as they stumble through the local obituaries, articles in the Memphis Commercial Appeal and USA Today.

The afternoon book readers are a mixed bag. Herman Markell, an 82-year-old Renaissance man, is the best reader in the bunch and I always enjoy listening to him give different voices to different characters in the books he reads. I won't name the others because some are embarrassingly bad and obviously not particularly well-read because they butcher unfamiliar words with alarming regularity, putting their impoverished vocabularies on public display.

Happy 5th Birthday, Jack!