I've been watching this progress for a couple of years now. I'd like to stop and add my own stone.
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Showing posts with label miscellaneous. Show all posts
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Monday, December 07, 2009
Curiosity finally got the better of me.
What is not clear to me at this point is does it also transmit that data directly to Xcel (probably hopping from unit to unit until it reach the collection point) or will we see roving vehicles that gather the data as it passes each unit. I would guess it might also at some location connect to a copper phone line or fiber optic network connection and transmit the data.
Secondly I would guess that each gas and electric customer will need an upgrade of the equipment at their residence so the data can be transmitted from your house.
Now that I know what it is I 'll dig a little deeper for more details.
Update 1: See the comments for complete dialog
The Admiral said...Update 2: Here is more information about SmartGrid. Oh!.... grab two aspirin coffee, tea or bourbon then read on.
I believe it is part of the new "SmartGrid"
http://ge.ecomagination.com/smartgrid/#/landing_page
It all sounds like a wonderful idea, but it isn't. When completed, the government through regulation at the local power company will be able to dictate the temperature in your own home, and how much electricity you may use.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Chequamegon Democratic Party Picnic. Music, food and friends.
L to RReggie Bicha, Secretary for the Department of Children and Families Services
State Senator Bob Jauch
Karen E. Timberlake, Secretary of the Department of Health Services
State Represenative Gary Sherman
Congressman Dave Obey
Michael J. Sheridan, Speaker Wisconsin State Assembly
Thomas Nelson, Assembly Majority Leader
The picnic part. Hamburgers, hot dogs, brats, potato salad, beans, watermelon and of course deserts. And oh... no freedom fries.
Bob Jauch.
Gary Sherman.
Dave Obey.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Senator Feingold's Ashland County town hall listening session.
I attended Senator Russ Feingold's Ashland County town hall listening session. I got a chance to express my opinion regarding national health care. In a nut shell I suggested "dusting off the Medicare legislation and striking the phrase 65 (sixty five)". In other words in it's simplest form...... Medicare for all.
Here is a YouTube video of the type of testimony Senator Feingold was hearing.
Friday, June 05, 2009
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Ok I know you expect a picture. I'm working my way back.
I just posted this on my Camp Clark website. Visit the site for more details.
In a previous post I promised I would explain how I rediscovered Camp Clark. Well here it is.
I spent many summers at Camp Clark in the late 1950s early 1960s. My last summer was probably 1961 or 1962. In October 1965 I enlisted in the USAF.
Sometime during that four year enlistment I received a call and I believe a written correspondence from former Camp Clark campers via my parents. The campers were trying to save the camp from being sold to a land developer. I believe my parents and I sent money or made a pledge to send money to the committee. At that time I was a medic in the USAF and did not have direct contact with the organizers of the group trying to save the camp. I do remember at some point receiving a message that the camp had been sold.
I know my parents and I believed for many years that the camp had been sold and we imagined it was now a housing development. Over the years my mom and I often talked about Camp Clark.
After getting discharged from the Air Force in 1969 I moved back to my hometown. I got married and started a family. In 1973 my wife Donna and I had our first son Scott. Life went on. I would often think about the camp usually in the warming spring and summer months. The thoughts were joyful and depressing at the same time. The joys of remembering the great days of swimming, boating, crafts and nature walks were quickly accompanied by the depressing thoughts of a housing development sitting on the shore of Lawrence Pond.
In 1978 we moved to Wisconsin. Many times over the years I would think of Camp Clark. I'm sure I told and retold some of my favorite stories. The stories of learning to water ski and sailing a boat. The stories of the time my mom volunteered to be the camp cook after the camp cook left one morning between breakfast and lunch. Stories about Uncle Bob and DC (Dave Cowell). I know I tried to find gimp on more than one occasion so I could may a lanyard. A craft skill I learned at camp. I know I've made more than one lanyard over the years and still use one as a key chain.
For the next 30+ years life moved on. Thoughts of the camp were never far away especially during the warm summer months.
Over the years when we would return to New England for a visit we would always visit Plymouth and the Cape. Oh how I wanted to see Camp Clark just one more time. Unfortunately I never had the desire or the courage to seek out the site of the "former" Camp Clark. Instead I choose to hold on to my memories of that great place.
On one visit to home in 1998 I was "down on the cape" visiting my nephew who, at the time was living and working on the cape. Ryan was working at a local Cape Cod lumber yard in the Sandwich area. Ryan, his mother Cheryl, my wife Donna and I were out doing a little sight seeing.
At some point along the way I started to talk about Camp Clark. I'm sure over the years Ryan had heard some if not all of my stories. I'll bet he even started to roll his eyes and thought here we go again the old camp stories. But, this time something was different, this time I said something that may him pause and ask me exactly where the camp was. I said somewhere around here on a small clear water pond. I then started to describe the camp as I had remembered it. At the entrance it open to a large field on the left with a large building, the chow hall, on a small hill with a flag pole out front and the water front on the right and....he stop me and said that camp is still there unk (short for uncle).
Then we started an all to common give and take between Ryan and myself.....No it's not!....yes it is unk!....I've been there delivering lumber.....You couldn't have it was sold in the late 1960s.....unk it IS STILL THERE!....It's not!.....It is AND I'll show you!
Twenty minutes later we drove down a long sand drive that didn't look at all familiar. The drive open onto a large gravel parking lot that was not an entrance to the Camp Clark I remembered. On the right I could see water but it was to open and to treeless to be Camp Clark. Then there was a sign at the back of the parking lot that read Camp Lyndon. Nice try Ryan but this isn't.........wait STOP! On the left the chow hall, the flag pole, the field, on the right the water front, the boat house. Camp Clark oh what a feeling of being there again. I told you unk it is still here. He was right and he had a I told you so smirk on his face.
I'm sure I was getting out of the car before it stopped. I head straight toward the chow hall. The moment I walked in the front door and heard the screen door slam behind me I knew I was in the place I had remembered. It even smelled the same. Tears of joy and laughter.
For the next few hours we all wander the camp grounds while I told new stories of the nature shack and the sail boats and the early morning swims we all had to take each morning.
Then in the middle of all the joy of seeing the camp for the first time in 30+ years I suddenly had a moment or real sadness. It was 1998 my oldest son Scott was now 25 years old and he didn't get the chance to spend anytime at Camp Clark. If I had only known it was still there In April of 1973. Or the summer of 1980 or 1981 when he was 7 or 8.
Later that day we went to my parents home and picked up my mom and drove back to the camp so she could see it. Later that week we returned to the camp and stayed a couple of night in the new family camp ground built adjacent to the junior area.
A recent visit
Scott and I did get to spend a great afternoon at the camp this past February. This is the same chow hall and flag pole I remembered from my first summer at camp. I hope that we will get to spend a week at the camp. Maybe next summer.
In a previous post I promised I would explain how I rediscovered Camp Clark. Well here it is.
I spent many summers at Camp Clark in the late 1950s early 1960s. My last summer was probably 1961 or 1962. In October 1965 I enlisted in the USAF.
Sometime during that four year enlistment I received a call and I believe a written correspondence from former Camp Clark campers via my parents. The campers were trying to save the camp from being sold to a land developer. I believe my parents and I sent money or made a pledge to send money to the committee. At that time I was a medic in the USAF and did not have direct contact with the organizers of the group trying to save the camp. I do remember at some point receiving a message that the camp had been sold.
I know my parents and I believed for many years that the camp had been sold and we imagined it was now a housing development. Over the years my mom and I often talked about Camp Clark.
After getting discharged from the Air Force in 1969 I moved back to my hometown. I got married and started a family. In 1973 my wife Donna and I had our first son Scott. Life went on. I would often think about the camp usually in the warming spring and summer months. The thoughts were joyful and depressing at the same time. The joys of remembering the great days of swimming, boating, crafts and nature walks were quickly accompanied by the depressing thoughts of a housing development sitting on the shore of Lawrence Pond.
In 1978 we moved to Wisconsin. Many times over the years I would think of Camp Clark. I'm sure I told and retold some of my favorite stories. The stories of learning to water ski and sailing a boat. The stories of the time my mom volunteered to be the camp cook after the camp cook left one morning between breakfast and lunch. Stories about Uncle Bob and DC (Dave Cowell). I know I tried to find gimp on more than one occasion so I could may a lanyard. A craft skill I learned at camp. I know I've made more than one lanyard over the years and still use one as a key chain.
For the next 30+ years life moved on. Thoughts of the camp were never far away especially during the warm summer months.
Over the years when we would return to New England for a visit we would always visit Plymouth and the Cape. Oh how I wanted to see Camp Clark just one more time. Unfortunately I never had the desire or the courage to seek out the site of the "former" Camp Clark. Instead I choose to hold on to my memories of that great place.
On one visit to home in 1998 I was "down on the cape" visiting my nephew who, at the time was living and working on the cape. Ryan was working at a local Cape Cod lumber yard in the Sandwich area. Ryan, his mother Cheryl, my wife Donna and I were out doing a little sight seeing.
At some point along the way I started to talk about Camp Clark. I'm sure over the years Ryan had heard some if not all of my stories. I'll bet he even started to roll his eyes and thought here we go again the old camp stories. But, this time something was different, this time I said something that may him pause and ask me exactly where the camp was. I said somewhere around here on a small clear water pond. I then started to describe the camp as I had remembered it. At the entrance it open to a large field on the left with a large building, the chow hall, on a small hill with a flag pole out front and the water front on the right and....he stop me and said that camp is still there unk (short for uncle).
Then we started an all to common give and take between Ryan and myself.....No it's not!....yes it is unk!....I've been there delivering lumber.....You couldn't have it was sold in the late 1960s.....unk it IS STILL THERE!....It's not!.....It is AND I'll show you!
Twenty minutes later we drove down a long sand drive that didn't look at all familiar. The drive open onto a large gravel parking lot that was not an entrance to the Camp Clark I remembered. On the right I could see water but it was to open and to treeless to be Camp Clark. Then there was a sign at the back of the parking lot that read Camp Lyndon. Nice try Ryan but this isn't.........wait STOP! On the left the chow hall, the flag pole, the field, on the right the water front, the boat house. Camp Clark oh what a feeling of being there again. I told you unk it is still here. He was right and he had a I told you so smirk on his face.
I'm sure I was getting out of the car before it stopped. I head straight toward the chow hall. The moment I walked in the front door and heard the screen door slam behind me I knew I was in the place I had remembered. It even smelled the same. Tears of joy and laughter.
For the next few hours we all wander the camp grounds while I told new stories of the nature shack and the sail boats and the early morning swims we all had to take each morning.
Then in the middle of all the joy of seeing the camp for the first time in 30+ years I suddenly had a moment or real sadness. It was 1998 my oldest son Scott was now 25 years old and he didn't get the chance to spend anytime at Camp Clark. If I had only known it was still there In April of 1973. Or the summer of 1980 or 1981 when he was 7 or 8.
Later that day we went to my parents home and picked up my mom and drove back to the camp so she could see it. Later that week we returned to the camp and stayed a couple of night in the new family camp ground built adjacent to the junior area.
A recent visit
Scott and I did get to spend a great afternoon at the camp this past February. This is the same chow hall and flag pole I remembered from my first summer at camp. I hope that we will get to spend a week at the camp. Maybe next summer.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Still here.....
Sorry I have been away. Lots of family demands this summer and a camera that wanted a rest. I just posted a photo here. Thanks Jonathan E. Rodwin for sending me the photos.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
T-34 Trainer makes a visit to Ashland JFK airport.
USAF/USN Flight Trainer.
Kids from local school get a tour and a chance to sit in the pilot's seat.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
First long bike ride of 2008. Boy did it feel great.
A new section of the bike path has been finished. This new section is in front of the "Round House Well" It's great! With this section completed it leaves only the section in front of the Chequamegon Hotel undone. Hopefully this last section will be completed during the summer construction season. I took these photos with my cellphone camera.
With the new section there is also a new bridge.
This first ride was a slight milestone for me. This past October I had heart surgery. For several months I have looked forward to getting out on my mountain bike yet I worried about how long it would take to be able to manage the 10+ mile rides. Well today it was 11.5 miles along the Ashland City bike path and it felt great. I will have to see how my butt feels tommorrow. Slightly sore I would guess.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Tool time. Spring time.
To quote my fellow blogger coldh20...."my four loyal readers" know I have three lifelong hobbies. Fishing, photography and tools. I learned to fish with my Dad. I caught my first fish when I was 6 or 7 and I have continued to enjoying it ever since getting hooked.....pun of course intended. Photography came along later in life. I purchased my first 35mm camera in 1966 from the base PX on the Shaw Air Force Base. I've been "pointing and shooting" ever since. And last but not least I love tools. I bought my first power tool when I was 12 or 13. A Rockwell 3/8 inch drill. It still has a place in my tool box. Over the years I have bought and collected tools of all kinds. Most of my larger projects are done in my backyard. I love these "backyard project". Fresh air and sunshine with occasional visits from neighbors and friends. Someday I hope to build a garage but until then and for years I've have taken my latest project outside into the driveway. I continue to enjoy each day I get to spend in "my shop" including it's outdoor workspace. These photos are from today's project. There is one great benefit of outside projects. Each day you have to clean up the workspace and put things away. Maybe a garage will make me lazy. Leave everything where it lays until you get a chance to get back to the project. Clutter will ensue for sure.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Francesca enjoying her first snow storm.
Francesca is a student at the local liberal arts college. We met this afternoon while she was out running. She mentioned that this was her first snow. She is from Napa California. I hope next time I meet her this winter we are both in Napa.
Weather update: December 04, 2007 22:00 CST: Snowfall 12"
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Last day of deer season 2007. Ice fishing soon.
This nice buck was shot by Gerry.
Taylor Lake, Bayfield County Wisconsin.
Marengo Lake, Bayfield County Wisconsin.
It won't be long and we'll be heading out ice fishing. It ain't fly fishing but it's fvishing.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Hitch hiker.
This spider has been living and traveling behind my drivers side mirror for several weeks now.
As I travel down the highway it will sometimes be caught "out" and will just hang on until I stop. It will then retreat behind the mirror.
I have been watching this spider for several weeks. Since seeing "my" spider I have notice several other cars with similar webs on their mirrors.
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