Heat. Beat. Repeat.

There’s something almost primal about the act of smithing. Combining fire and metal, and then beating them into something useful. Time was, the village blacksmith was the high tech guru. He could take rocks (ore) and make iron, then steel, then turn it into something you needed: horseshoes, weapons, tools,…

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Entering a New Phase

Yesterday afternoon I gathered with fifty or so friends. We stood in an empty T-hangar at the  airport. Unfortunately, the hangar faced west, so we were mostly in direct sun and heat. Many wore masks. Everyone sweated. Why bother doing something this uncomfortable? CV-19 has changed a lot of things.…

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