7 Comments Posted by nocoolname

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Actually it's not. The same system is still used today on airplanes in both general and military avation.
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When I was a wee sprout my Grandfather supervised a powerplant like this for Armour packing in st. Paul, MN., albeit on a much smaller scale.
His plant had turbine engines as opposed to piston operation, but was still powered by steam pressure. Being an old German immigrant (1908), you could serve dinner on the floor. The place was spotless. Once when I was there with my mom, one of the turbines was partially disasembled for maintenance. Even today (6 decades later) I still think that machine was on of the most facinating things I have ever seen.
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That's a helluva long way up to mount a soap dispenser. Sorry, Motts. Couldn't resist. ; )
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I've been away for quite some time. It was great on my first time back in eons I find Lynnes' comments. Like welcoming an old friend.
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Lynne is back! Yaaaaa! I've missed your rants. I do enjoy listening to someone who actually KNOWS what she's talking about. Where have you been all my life ? ( when I was getting counseling for severe depression ) I eagerly await future rants.
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About one and one-half lifetimes ago, when I was going to college in southern Minnesota, I rented two rooms in the upstairs of an old mansion. One was a kitchen about 12 X 12 feet, a small walk-through closet and a very small bedroom. If you took the room above, and put the doorway on the opposite side and paneling on the walls, you'd have it. There was enough room for a twin bed, a dresser, and a floor lamp.
Fortunatly, there were two huge windows in the right-hand wall. And the sweetest litttle-old-lady landlady - who helped keep me fairly sane through 2 years of school. After 6 years in the Navy, it was tough for me to still, pay attention, and keep my mouth shut.
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Huzzah! I finally found the real location of this hospital. It took several months of dilligent searching. I've found something to occupy my evenings - since watching the boob tube bores me to tears. I've managed to identify over 20 of the covertly-named asylums. It keeps me occupied. Don't worry, Motts. I'll not publish the names or locations. I wonder what it would be like to have a life?