Where is everyone #5

Right on, good to hear!

 

Pulled a long day today, just getting home. Now it's time to put in another few hours. Just unloaded a drywall lift I rented. If all goes to plan I'll have my workshop ceiling sheeted in by tomorrow night. Then it's just wall sheeting, paint and set up a blue KW A cab to start putting back together.

 

Well guys is it possible? They had a lot of mattresses in that hospital. Hospital eas built in the 1800’s, just seems belt driven would be a little fast…,


Staatsburgh State Historic Site: The Champion Hair Picker in Action!

 

You found that out pretty quick!

Interesting read.

 

yup or could be a wool carder, possibly treadle powered belt driven

 

The main drive pulley is on the shaft that rotates the spiked drum. After doing the calculations, if the drum is turning 500 rpm’s the feed roller would be doing 12 rpm. I feel there is to much mass as far as shafts / gears / blower fan / feed rollers to be treadle driven. But I could be wrong. I got some more pics of where he found it.

Odd it was at an old mental hospital….

 

So that's where the saying "horse feathers" comes from.

 

Got stuck at the TA in Montgomery AL (place has been a garbage dump for at least 30 years). Had to do a 19 hour break and I wanted a beer. There’s a gas station on the other side of a motel next to the TA that sells beer. I started walking. Some dude came out of the motel, sees me, starts looking all around carefree, but sets his course to intercept me.

You know how Jordan Peterson says that a Man should be a monster to defend against monsters? Well, I am a monster. I know when someone is targeting me, but I want to make absolutely sure before things escalate and get extremely ugly. If I slow my pace, he will have to adjust his trajectory to intercept me. I slow, he changes to intercept. Yep, he targeted me. I stop. 9 in my right hand, blade in my left. One of us has to die. Dude is still moving, bebopping around looking all over. He’s close now, but now he realizes that I am waiting for him. It dawns upon him that I am no victim, but actually the villain in the story. He cuts 180 degrees and moves in a hurry. Crosses the highway, turns around and realizes that I am still watching. Apparently, he realized that one of us were supposed to die in the conflict, and he wasn’t as ready as I am.

I was a city kid. The only people who had guns were cops and drug dealers. Being a city kid, one of my major pet peeves is for someone who has never been in my situation or know anything about me, to think that they can determine for me how I should defend myself. I have never been to your house and you have never been to mine. THEREFORE I will never tell you how to handle your business. Anyone who thinks that they should be able to decide for you how you do you is your enemy and mine.

 

I learned pretty quick to be wary of people in the city. Had a run in with a crackhead probably about 15 years ago. I spotted him doing that erratic, darting around walk they usually do. He was probably 80 feet away by a building in a parking lot beside me. He spots me and tries to inconspicuously parallel me. Being that he's cracked out it's completely obvious that he thinks he's going to intercept me at the corner up ahead. He sticks out like a sore thumb darting between parked cars and shrubs. I had to cross at that corner anyways so I just casually jaywalked to the other side of the street. He decides to start yelling at me now since I wrecked his plan to catch me at the corner. I just ignore him, finally he calls me an ###hole. I turn to face him from across the street and I ask him what he wants.

"I have to ask you a question" as he steps off the sidewalk to come over and talk.

"You best ask that question from that sidewalk if you value your remaining teeth, bud"

He loses it, cusses me out, flips me off and starts wandering back to where I first saw him.

That was a defining moment for young me. That was the day I realized that safety and well being is in your own hands. Nobody's going to step in and save you. Either intimidate the guy into walking off or be prepared to fight.