Good Morning,

When I was a young man in my adolescence and well into my teens, maybe even a few years beyond, I self-studied Practical Physics.  I never had the academic prowess to actually take Physics in school as that required more than I was either willing or capable.

No… my Physics Education came for the practical applications my friends Jan, Terry, Leon and I conjured up as a young boys living in rural Modesto, CA.

Here are a few of the Physics lessons we learned:

• How big and how many nails it took to “reliably” attach a board to a tree so you could climb up to the tree fort.  (Shear Factors & Leverage)  Failure to use the proper size or quantity can result in the board coming loose and nails being impaled in your leg.
• That nailing a bunch of boards together in the shape of an airplane does not guarantee that it will fly when you throw it from the hayloft of a barn.  (Gravity & Aerodynamics) Albeit fun to watch it crash and come apart.
• That giving your friend (Leon) a ride on your handlebars can be hazardous, especially when his boot gets caught in the spokes and you both go “tail over teakettle” with a face plant, Leon, me and the bike on top of us both.  (Newton’s Law, A body in motion tends to stay in motion…)  Bonus: I also learned how to replace spokes in a bike wheel.
• That old steel roller skates, a 2×4 and a fruit crate can make a pretty cool scooter.  (Friction & Energy) Hard to push, but more fun thanwalking.
• That tying cans to a string across the road and then pulling it taunt when a car comes along can really upset some drivers.  (Reaction Times & Consequences)  Having an escape route is important and NEVER try this in front of your own house.
• That throwing Green Walnuts against a stucco wall at school to watch them splatter is not something you want to do, especially if you are the ones that have to stay after school and scrub them off.  (Kinetics of Impact & Natural Chemical Stains) Walnut Stains are difficult to remove from hands, clothing and especially stucco.
• That making a sled out of a peach box with runners can be fun when pulling your friend through a muddy orchard.  (Viscosity & Drag)  Being hosed off by your mom after was fun too.
• That sticking your finger in a light socket can be energizing.  (Reaction Times & Properties of Electricity)  Respect for that invisible energy source was also permanently burned into my brain.
• That if you drop a glob of Mercury on the floor, it goes all over the place and it is very hard to gather back up.  (Liquid Metals and Impacts)  Note: When I was just 18, I bought a pound of mercury and empty gel capsules from the drug store.  Try doing that today.
• That playing with your Gilbert Chemistry Set on the middle of your bed can totally mess up your bedspread and ceiling when something explodes.  (Heat Expansion & Chemical Stains again.)  Note: Among other things, my set had Potassium Nitrate, Charcoal and Sulfur, the three main ingredients for Black Powder.  They just don’t make them like they used to.
• That unless you use a Dethermalizer on your hand-built model glider, it can and will get taken up and away in a thermal and you will possibly never see it again.  (Aerodynamic & Thermals)  Followed it for a mile before losing sight.
• That using the point of a drafting compass to scrape Mercury Fulminate from the inside of .22 caliber casings can cause it to explode.  (Finesse & Chemical Stability)
• That using pie plate tin foil holds up much better than regular tinfoil when you make match head rockets.  (Heat & Metal Melting Points)
• That you should always work in small batches when using pliers to remove the phosphorus from a wooden match head.  (Chain Reactions & Flash Points) My neighbor learned that one the hard way and lost his eyebrows, at least for a while.



• That match heads work ok for the material in a pipe bomb, but FFFG Black Powder is much better.  (Confinement of Explosive Chemicals and The Stresses they cause to certain metals)  Note: Now being referred to as an I.E.D. (Improvised Explosive Device), and your parents don’t like it so much if you get caught making these things.
• That even a ½” diameter X 6” pipe bomb can completely remove a mailbox from its post and send it 10 feet in the air.  (Extreme Pressures in Confined Areas & Aerodynamics of a Mail Box)  I discourage this kind of activity since it is a federal offense.  Come to think of it, it probably was back in the 50s as well.
• That levies make good bunkers from flying metal as they whistle by over your head.  (Irregular Shapes of Metal and the Sounds they make at High Speed & Absorption Characteristics of soft dirt)  This is where I learned to “Duck & Cover” and you though it was from those Nuclear Attack Drills in the 50s.
• That a REAL M80 (3g +) weighted down and tossed in the irrigation canal can make fish swim upside down for a while and easy to catch. (Effects of Shock Waves in Water) Helped me understand Depth Charges and such.  BTW, M80s were outlawed in the United States by modifications to the Child Protection Act in 1966.  Something about kids losing hearing, fingers and hands.  How’s a kid suppose to learn Physic these days.  Go figure.

There actually were many more lessons in Physics that my friends and I experienced and many of these “experiments” were perfected with fine-tuning, repetition and diligence.

I suppose that today some of this stuff would hit National News, but at the time it was just boys and Practical Physics lessons self-taught.  Things you will never learn sitting in front of a monitor playing video games.

Have a “Safe & Sane” 4^th of July and I will remember some that were… let’s say… not quite so sane.

Love, Dad

Credits:

Fruit Box Scooter Photos from Droolicous

Green Walnuts photo came from here

Gilbert Chemistry Set Photo from Joe Mabel

Pipe Bomb Photo from here

M80 Photo from here

January 16, 2011

Good Morning,

Well in less than a month it will be Saint Valentines Day again and couples all over the country will be scrambling to find just the right gift or expression of love and affection for their soulmate.  To some it is obligatory and imposed on us by a society propelled by capitalistic enterprise bent on wringing every last penny out of every conceivable holiday, while other lovers, and I am referring to the “dyed-in-the-wool” romantics, can barely wait for the occasion to express their forever love and commitment.

Real “Romantics” are that way you know, for they will look for just about any occasion to make it special.  It is after all, the Romantics that put “feeling” into physical expression.  I believe we need that and while the people that struggle with showing their emotion, may openly “Poo Poo” the endeavors, I cannot help thinking that somewhere deep inside, there is a yearning to experience the same feelings.  I believe it is just human nature to be needed and loved.  Granted that need may be suppressed by negative influences from childhood, but do they ever really go away completely?  While it isn’t proof by any means, the story line is applicable in the movie “Despicable Me”.  Let the kid out and watch it all the way through.

So, for those caught in between the extremes and looking for some ideas, I have a few.  Some I have used myself and others admittedly gleaned from the wide world of the net.  So, for what it is worth, here goes.

1. At the most elementary level there is the Greeting Card both hard copy and e-card to express your love and affection for your mate.  While almost expected, thanks to Hallmark and American Greetings, there can be variations like the personal “Love Letter” (not for the timid) instead of just a card.  The “Love Letter” can say so much more that a card can, if you are able to let go and expose your true feelings.  Not as easy as it sounds for some.
2. You can kick the greeting card up a notch by using a little trick I found out about many years ago and have actually done myself.  Not as much as I wished, but still, I have a few times.  Loveland Colorado has jumped into the occasion with both feet and will re-mail your valentine card postmarked with a valentine wish.  Just send your valentine card stamped and addressed inside another envelope to the Postmaster, Valentine Re-mailing, 446 E 29^th Street, Loveland CO  80538.  Now be sure to put enough postage on the card and make sure it gets there no later than the 9^th of February for re-mail in the states.  It is a nice touch and shows that you have thought ahead (Extra Points).  Admittedly, this is a stretch for a lot of guys and the proverbial procrastinator.
3. There are a number of companies out there that can produce Romantic Printables.  These are things like certificates for just about anything you can think of.  Now if you are somewhat talented, creative and adept at even a word processing program, a certificate for “Breakfast in Bed”, “Romantic Dinner for Two” (prepared by you), “Foot Massage” or even a “Fully Body Massage”, which could be fun for both.  There is even a company that can help you create a “Love Book” to express your affection.  Anyway use your imagination and create something fun and unique to your mate.
4. There is the “Love Bear” and no I’m not talking about your unshaven hubby that you would love to have “waxed” in the“spa way”, but instead that overstuffed and cuddly Teddy Bear usually holding a Valentine Heart, complete with a puppy look and expressing agape love in a most childlike way with all of the innocence of a two year old.  That one…and you can find them around this time as prevalent as Santas at Christmas.  Warning, nothing is so sad as finding your “Love Bear” tucked away in a storage container a few years from now.
5. Chocolates.  Of course chocolates!  What else can release the plethora of endorphins in a woman better than chocolates, well except for maybe a Mercedes, but chocolates are much more affordable.  Strawberries dipped in chocolate, chocolate roses in a box, assorted chocolates in a heart box, chocolate bears and god only knows what else can be contrived.  They should still be accompanied with a greeting of some sort.  I think Emily Post told me that…maybe not.
6. If you have a few extra bucks, plan an evening in a local hotel.  Many offer Valentines Day Packages or maybe put one together yourself.  There is something inherently romantic just getting away from the house for the night.  The Hermosa Inn in Phoenix and dinner at Lon’s can make for a memorable evening.  However, I could have done without the “Esteban” CD that was playing in the room, so you may want to bring your own music.  Maybe a custom CD you have made for the occasion or playlist on your IPOD.  A variation for the more adventuress to this could be Chinese Takeout and an evening in a “Seedy Motel”.  There is just something about that experience that can be erotic and hint of an illicit affair.  The upside is that you won’t have to worry about your mate popping through the door at a most uncompromising time, which could be a real downer, unless of course they are into ménage à trios, but I think that can be pretty rare.
7. If you want to stay at home and love to cook, how about the both of you cooking a special dinner together, without the kids of course.  It can be fun and playful at the same time.  Be sure to have music, candles, a favorite beverage and a special dessert even if you have to buy it.   A heart shaped strawberry shortcake comes to mind.  Leave the dishes for tomorrow and just enjoy the moment.
8. Finally, whether it is at home or at a hotel/motel, costume dress up can be fun.  Probably not for everyone, but for those that enjoy it, like to fantasize and can embrace their alter egos, if even for a little while, it is an opportunity that can somewhat legitimize the activity.  The French Upstairs Maid has always been one of my favorites, but that is just me (not sure where that came from).  While researching my letter I did come across some Heart Shaped Satin Pasties , which could be pretty special on the right person.  I do not think they would look that good on me however.  Anyway it doesn’t take much to discover there is a whole market out there in costumes for the occasion or any occasion for that matter.

Well that should about sum it up for ideas.  I know…there are lots more, like walks along the beach, just gazing at the stars together, faking a blind date or pickup, heart shaped pizzas and the list goes on to the point of ad nauseum.  I suppose the important thing here is to truthfully express your feelings of love and appreciation to your mate.  If those don’t exist, well then at least “fake it” with a card, so they don’t feel too bad.  After all, you are both in this together.

But whatever you come up with…Have Fun!

Love, Dad

Images:

• Valentines Day Heart with saying from zazzle.com
• Loveland Postmark from Loveland Re-mail website
• Breakfast in Bed & Full Body Massage from romancestuck.com
• Valentine Teddy Bear from teddybeargifts.biz
• Godiva Chocolates in Heart Box from shoppingblog.com

Esoteric Image: Heart Shaped Satin Pasties from stylehive.com (Just couldn’t tastefully post the image)

You will find some of these ideas and many more at: poemofquotes.com, romantictips.com and squiddo.com

Good Morning,

 I have always enjoyed flying a kite.  There is just something about watching it soar high in the sky that creates in me a feeling of freedom.  It can be mesmerizing as it drifts to and fro yielding to the whims of the wind, while I’m feeling the gentle tug of the line confirming our connection.  Whimsically, there is the probable impossibility that the right gust of wind may take it and me along with it, into that world when kites go when they disappear into the sky.  I did say probable impossible didn’t I?

 The first kites that I flew as a kid were the ones I would buy for 10 cents at the local hardware store.  They were usually “diamond” shaped, Hi-Fliers and made with thin paper and two wooded sticks to form a cross.  It was a good thing they were only a dime, because they could easily be “eaten” by trees.  Think of Charlie Brown here.  Not enough tail, usually made from a couple of rags torn in strips, could cause the kite to suddenly head toward the ground nose first at an accelerated speed with no chance of recovery. Horrifying.  If you were lucky no sticks were broken and Scotch Tape (the real stuff) would fix the torn paper.   It was critical to get the tail length right if you had any hope of keeping one of these beauties in the air.  Too much tail and the kite would be too heavy.  Too little and it would loop and dive and with only one string you could only watch it’s demise. 

 Salvaged sticks, a precious commodity from kites that had met their untimely demise could be reused to construct a new kite made with newspaper.  I know 10 cents doesn’t sound like much now, but in the early 1950s minimum wage was only $0.75 an hour and my allowance was 50 cents a week if I mowed the lawn.  A kite was an investment.  Oh yea and there was that ball of string as well, another 10 cents a roll.

 Anyway, repairing enough of those diamond kites eventually gave me the confidence to make my own.  Having an affinity for the unusual, the “Box” kite really appealed to me.  They were hard to control, but they really looked cool in the air.  I was 18 before I discovered the FMK (French Military Kite) AKA (Conyne) and fell in love with it.  It had everything I wanted in a kite, stability, great pull and a really cool look.  Not available in local stores, I had to build my own, but that was the fun and pride of accomplishment plus seeing a project come to fruition.  Patented by an American, Silas Conyne in 1902, it was used by the French Military to lift observers high in the sky during WWI.  Kind of gives a new meaning to “go fly a kite” yea right and get shot at…humm.

 Today, I went to the hobby shop and picked up four basswood sticks, colored tissue paper, polyester twine and rubber glue.  With a little luck, I will have a FMK of my own making in the air soon and with favorable wind, enjoy if only vicariously the sensation of flight once again.

 “Go fly a kite” I will!

 Love, Dad     

 Great link to Hi-Flier History

Good Morning,

 Today we ride!  It has been a very long time (10+ years) since Jeanie and I have ridden together on a bike.  I really missed that…the primal thrill so intrinsic with riding a bike of course, but also the fun we had of just being together out in “it”. 

 The “it” of course is the quintessential catalyst of being surrounded by everything that being alive has to offer while being continually inundated with all the sights, sounds and smells, of the world around us as we pass through this kind of time warp where things beyond the immediate seem to melt away and we are one with the essence of the moment.  It gets back to that old biker saying, ”If I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand.”

 It is through the pure generosity of a neighbor that has offered us the use of his bike for the day that we are able to do this.  The bike is a canard by so many expected standards yet unique in design to be revolutionary.  The BRP Spyder Can Am, a bike made by Bombardier out of Canada is a “Trike”.  Not just any Trike, but one with the two wheels in front.  I understand this provides a high degree of stability and comfort on otherwise unfriendly roads.  The one we will be riding today is the smaller roadster version from the touring, but should give us all the feel of the new technology.

 What about Harley Davidson?  I would love to have a Harley Davidson and maybe that time will come when they can overcome elite pricing of their product.  A Harley Davidson Tri-Glide (Trike) will run about $36,000 just to ride it off the showroom floor.  That is about 10k more than a BRP Spyder RTs or Honda Gold Wing Trike for that matter.  So then the question becomes “To ride or not to ride?”  Whether it is better to stolidly hold on to the values of our fathers or to suffer the slings and arrow of not buying “American” and cast aside with indifference that stigma and to just focus on the moment while being fully aware that tomorrow may never come. 

6 Hours later….Back from the ride.

The Spyder Can Am is unlike any bike I have ever ridden, not that I have been on that many, but definitely different. It was also nice not to have to worry about falling, yet the sensation was still there until I accepted and got used to the flat turns.  You see, when you turn on a regular bike, the bike leans into the turn along with the rider.  Not so on the Spyder, because it has three wheels and no lean. It is because of that, the turns take on an un-natural feel to the seasoned two wheel rider.  I would think that it is not much different than an ATV.  Other than that, there was plenty of power for me and except for no brake lever on the right handle bar, everything else made sense.  I particularly liked the reverse, which I used a number of times. 

Our ride was up to Tortilla Flats for a “Bull Rider” burger, a favorite destination for riders in this area.  The ride has a fair share of 15-20mph turns and ups and downs which are always fun on a bike.  After-all, it is the ride and not the destination that matters when you are on a bike.  All in all, it was just pure fun to be out there in “it” again with Jeanie.

Is there a BRP Spyder RTs in our future.  Not sure, as this is the first Trike I have ridden.  A Harley Tri-Glide most likely will be next and then maybe a Gold Wing Trike Conversion.  It is a big decision and not one we will be jumping into anytime soon, but when we do, it will be the touring version. 

It is later than you may think, get out there in “it”!

Love, Dad

Good Morning,

In the 1950s, I was in my pre-pubescent years.  Like most kids of that age my interests hinged around my heroes like Hopalong Cassidy, Roy Rogers & Dale Evans and the colorful sidekick character Gabby Hayes.  Yea I know, they were cowboys and you can bet I had the hat, holster, gun and metal lunchbox to match.

It was during that time in the early fifties (1951) that cereal companies put real toys in the boxes.  One that I especially liked and managed to get was the Gabby Hayes Cannon Ring.  Designed especially for shooting Quaker Puffed Rice or Puffed Wheat and a great way of shooting your breakfast cereal across the room.  As I recall, our parakeet didn’t like it much though.  It had a brass ring with an aluminum spring-loaded cannon mounted on top.  Now that was a real toy to get out of a cereal box!  As you know, I’m not one to throw things away, but I have no idea where mine is today, only 57 years later.  I did notice that one sold recently for $117 at auction.  Guess I should have kept it.

A few years later in 1954, the world’s first atomic submarine was launched (USS Nautilus). I suspect it was named after the submarine in the Jules Verne story, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.  Timed perfectly with the launch of the new atomic submarine was Baking Powder Submarines offered in cereal boxes.  I got my first one in Kellog’s Raisin Brand and was fascinated to watch it surface and submerge.  It was then essential that I order the larger version by sending in the cereal box top and a quarter.  The bigger one was even more impressive.  Well, at least for a kid my age anyway.  From what I have read, this one little toy of which millions were made, took Hirch Labs from a cosmetics company to a toy company and made Kellogs and Clabber Girl nice profits.  The little subs are still available today for about $3.95.  Hey, no batteries, it doesn’t get much better.     

By 1957, I’m 12 and can play with fire.  I was actually doing that before 12, but this sounds better. A friend of mine got a Putt Putt Boat.  An amazing little boat that only required a candle to make it run.  Just lite it up, put it in the water and voilà, the little tin boat takes off happily putt putting around the pond it is in.  Of course I had to have one.  I did and still have one today.  It is a toy that has been around for over a century and still fascinates.  I’ll have to get it out again one of these days, just to hear to the “Putt Putt” one more time. 

Toys were simpler then.  Erector Sets, Lincoln Logs, Lionel Electric Trains and plastic models, they all required much more imagination on the part of the owner, but somehow I cannot help thinking that they were also a great exercise for developing the creative mind.

Remember to let the kid out now and then and have some simple fun.

Love, Dad

One more thing, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea was the first movie my dad and I went to see together.  I still remember it, as it was a special occasion. 

Hopalong Cassidy Photo: Hollywoodcultmovies

Gabby Hayes Cannon Ring: Smithhousetoys

Baking Powder Submarines: Everything you wanted to know and more   &  I remember JFK

Putt Putt Boat Photo: Puttputtboats

History of Putt Putt Boats: The Pop Pop Pages

Video of a Putt Putt Boat: youtube video

Good Morning,

Well we did it!  Jumped into Halloween with both sandals, so to speak.  In last weeks letter I was talking about the history and roots of the holiday, but I left out the much important “kid factor”.  After all without the kids, it would be just some stuffy ol’ “All Hallows Eve” and not much fun unless that kind of thing floats your boat.  Of course with all the “Goth” around, there probably are a few that would be clam happy, but that stuff is way too serious for me.  For Jeanie and I, it was a “trip” back to the early 70s and a time of less responsibilities let’s say.  It didn’t take much to feel right at home in our garb, actually, kind of scary when you think about it.  Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but stepping back into an earlier time is always kind of fun and certainly an escape from present.  [BTW, those are pants I bought in the 70s.]

So, the now “Annual Pumpkin (Cucurbita) Carve” at the Jr. Longs went very off well and all of the candidates for Jack-O-Lantern, in the end, received their candles to light up the night with some pretty weird faces.   It had been a while since I had reached my hand inside of a pumpkin, but when I did, it all came back.  All the “gooshy” mass of strings and seeds generously splayed around the inside cavity then wrapping your hand around a glob of the damp “innards” and feeling it ooze out between your fingers as you pull and tug to free it from the walls, is an experience like few others.  Unless you clean out the inside yourself, it is hard to cliam it, as your own.  I consider it a “Rite of Passage” leading to the next steps of carving a personality unique to your alter ego.

 It may be interesting to do a study paralleling Jack-O-Lantern carvers with their creations.  I wonder what that would reveal.  If you make a scary face, does that mean you are somehow scared inside?  Does a happy face reflect a happy person or is it covering up something else?  How about a sinister face, or a comic face, or no face at all, but a design?  Second thought, maybe it would be better not to analyze this too much and just go with it.

 With close to 20 pumpkins in the fray, one can only imagine the variety of faces and personalities ultimately represented.  Sure it is messy and sure you are going to get “pumpkin guts” on you, but your reward is a ephemeral creation that you can call your own, unique to this world, simply because you made it with your own hands.  To some, these may be little things, but even the little things add up and after all, when you think about it, life is made up of the “little things”.

 Tonight, our Jack-O-Lanterns will grace our front stoop and while there are rarely any Trick-or-Treaters in our neighborhood, they will greet whoever frequents our door.

 Happy Halloween and let the kid out tonight.

 Love, Dad

Photo Credits: Mine

Good Morning,

Last weekend, after five years of talking about it, Jon Jr. a friend Jason and I finally got to do a “Harley Ride” together.  Up to this point it has been either he or I, on a ride, but never all.  I think with this kind of thing you have to ask yourself, when?  When were you planning to do this?  When is the right time?  When will I have the time?  I think now that if at all possible, I have to make the time to make the occasion.  Too many times we… well me at least… tend to put off the things that are really important and default to do the things that are more responsible.  Is there such a thing as being too responsible?  I suppose one never really knows that until the dust settles and hindsight once again rears its sagacious head.  Some may argue that one cannot be too responsible.  I prefer to think that there has to be a balance.  There has to be times when the Adultitus is blatantly pushed aside and we let the kid out.  The nice thing about kids is that they don’t have the responsibilities that adults do.  So the trick here is to find the balance and work at keeping it, but that is not what this letter is about.

We started out at about 2pm Saturday.  Now if you were around here on Saturday at 2pm, you no doubt would have noticed that it was 114 in the shade.  I’m pretty sure that riding a bike when it is 114, dry heat or not, is not a good idea.  After 40 minutes on the road I’m convinced of it and we had to re-hydrate. 

Empty Parking Lot at the Hideaway Grill

We “hydrated” at the Hideaway Grill in Cave Creek.  Pulling into the bike parking area, which is usually packed and ours being the only bikes there, was a sign.  Having the bartender and one other person clap and cheer as we walked in was another sign that there were people possibly a bit smarter right then, than we were.  By the time we reached the bar, she had three large glasses of water waiting for us.  That’s hospitality in Arizona.  Sixty-four ounces and 45 minutes later and I am starting to feel my feet, so it’s on the road again and another HOT hour to Wickenburg. 

Jon Jr & Jason at the Mecca Cantina

Once again, and I might say none-to-soon, it’s time to re-hydrate at the Mecca Cantina in Wickenburg. I’m beginning to like this, ride-a-little, stop-a-little, ride-a-little, stop-a-little, repeat.

Now comes the payoff, for as we leave Wickenburg and head up hi-way 89 it starts to cool a bit and I’m pretty sure it is only about a 100.  It is into the hills and out of the desert and along with that comes “curves”.  When you are on a bike, curves are the fun stuff and 20 & 25 mph curves are the best!  There is no hurry here for after all it is the “ride and not the destination” when you are on a bike.  The four “Ss”, Sights, Sounds, Smells and Sensations come into play and it is almost like a drug that keeps you coming back for more.  Maybe it is that perfect mix of the ocular, aural, olfactory, and ambiance all stirred together in a pot of adrenaline with just a dash of risk on top to make this the “perfect soup” for the occasion.  I’m sure many of us have seen shirts on “those that ride” that have the saying “If I Have To Explain, You Wouldn’t Understand.”  There are few things I have experienced in my life that equal the feeling of freedom and exhilaration of being out there on a bike.

It gets cooler as my ears tell me that we are climbing in altitude and it is no longer a feat of endurance.  The curves progressively get more intense and are served with a generous view across the valley below that is nothing short of stellar.  It is apparent that we are now riding into “Gods Country” with the view of mountains on each side; the sounds of Cicadas intermittently filling the air as we pass by, the smell of pines, wood burning fireplaces and the sensations and rhythm of the engine vibrating through my body as they all blend together to create a state of wellbeing in my very soul.  For the moment, I am free.

We arrive in Prescott to a cool 60 something degrees and I am already starting to look forward to the ride home tomorrow and the adventures it will bring.  The withdrawals start as soon as the V-Twin is turned off. 

Now it is time to experience Prescott on a Saturday night.  I highly recommend The Prescott Brewing Company and the Raven Cafe for great food, brews and just a great place to be on a Saturday night. 

Lesson: Make the time, to spend the time, to experience this little time that we have.

Love, Dad