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Saturday, March 16, 2024

March 16, 2024

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 16, 2023, America, $24 per dayl
Five years ago today: March 16, 2019, an indexing idea.
Nine years ago today: March 16, 2015, my first router table.
Random years ago today: March 16, 2005, ignoring my motive.

           There are not that many Irish in most of America, but look out for “McPatrick’s Day”, you won’t get a lot done. It’s not the Irish thing, but that Americans love a nothing excuse for yet another parade, holiday, or evening in the pub. Knowing this, I planned a night at Rebar on the Dam. They always around up a rock band that is precisely the sort I wanted more than fifty years ago—and playing the same music as well. You heard me. I’m packed and ready to leave soon, I invited the Kaiser to meet up but no reply means he’s playing.
           It’s been mostly a mild warm Spring. I checked what I could around the yard and all you get is this picture of the front door. See the daffodils? Other doggies mark majestic oak trees and great big telephone poles. My doggies pee on daffodils. Is this my destiny? My morning was taken up with the final draft of the insurance company letter, explaining that if they do not honor policy, they are not protected by the insurance clauses if I sue for breach of contract
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           It’s been mostly a mild warm Spring. I checked what I could around the yard and all you get is this picture of the front door. See the daffodils? Other doggies mark majestic oak trees and great big telephone poles. My doggies pee on daffodils. Is this my destiny? My morning was taken up with the final draft of the insurance company letter, explaining that if they do not honor policy, they are not protected by the insurance clauses if I sue for breach of contract.
           For clarity, you cannot in Tennessee sue an insurance company over a settlement. However, the issure here is that they only want to pay 75% of the value because the car has once been repaired already. They are saying it is our burden to inform them of this, we are saying that is their job. I never heard of the things they are saying and it is ridiculous to expect me to become an insurance expert. The car was insured for 100% and thaat is what I paid for. It is amusing to watch their growing frustration when I have no problem letting the car sit while they make faces.

           The van has a serious problem. The diagnostic confirms it is the solenoid. But that is a deep internal part. This confirms KIAs are not the same quality as ten-fifteen years ago. This unit has only 188,000 miles and probably needs major work. Nothing will happen until I get it back to Florida where I can wheel and deal. Go from lot to lot in a straight line with $4,000 in your pocket and you will ride today. But it has to be cash. Banks won’t lend on used cars, and despite the communist’s best efforts, cash is still king in the used car market.

Picture of the day.
Empty Nigerian train station.
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           The 386 compatible is in the van; I has to wait until I can get it on the bench. It represents the end of an era. It’s the last time computers were built with a mind to invention and innovation. Nobody realized in 2007 the boomers were the last to operate the computer as something other than a toy. Today it is all about speed and power to operate the latest in porno, gaming, and pretend-work. If there is any research, it is happeneing at the spyware and drone levels. Gone is the mass user-base of innovation-minded hackers that propelled the computer era. Hand an XYZoomer a computer and the only question on his tiny mind is if your auto warranty has expired.
           By late afternoon, no response from the Kaiser, meaning he’s playing . To avoid the local cover charges for dud holiday, I drove over to Rebar on the Dam. Always top-tier groups on big weekends. This evening was the band I would have died for, except fifty years ago. A four-piece, that is a power trio with a vocalist. I think the bad was “Night Train”, a title I don’t recognize, but they were excellent. Their patter was a bit rehearsed and when they trued to jump around on stage, their age showed. It was good enough to keep me there past eleven, and for anyone who wants to know, there was not one babe in the place. This is the best picture I got, this new camera plainly as no low-light setting. I had more for but a power outage got it before I could get it home.

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