…picked up at a local festival some time back. The torches are scratchbuilt from a hand truck, using carved sprues for tanks. Gauges were made from sliced styrene rod with levers made from lift rings and hoses from fine wire.
Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come. But know this, that if the goodman of the house had known in what watch the thief would come, he would have watched, and would not have suffered his house to be broken up. Therefore be ye also ready: for in such an hour as ye think not the Son of man cometh.
Who then is a faithful and wise servant, whom his lord hath made ruler over his household, to give them meat in due season? Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing.
I learned my trade from one of the vilest people one could ever have the displeasure of working with. There was nothing sacred to Melvin and his vocabulary could peel the wallpaper off of a wall. Yet I owe my work ethic to him, rules I follow and pass on to my assistants—though not quite so colorfully…
1. Git yer own @#$%& tools and take care o’ ’em @#$%& it!
2. Don’t come here @#$%& drunk or high ‘cuz I’ll send yer dope smokin’ hippy @#%%& back where ya come from!
3. What the @#$%& you mean comin’ in at this hour?!
4. What kinda cluster @#$%& is this? Take it apart and do it again ‘fore I dock yer @#$%&!
Great oogly moogly, how I learned the hard way not to tell him I had a girlfriend…
He more than likely owned a Model 9N, but this one is close enough, he used it all around the amusement park we worked at.
Some years later I ran into him and I could tell he remembered not only who I was, but how he treated me. He was looking to see how well I remembered but God had already done His work in my heart by that time and I was simply grateful to see that Mel was alive and doing OK. We had a good talk and the peace was made, enough for a good laugh or two.
I doubt he’s even alive now, he looked pretty gaunt, the kind of look that only comes from cancer…
Being 49 is interesting, caught deep in the transition that gets to watch the next generation come up and make their way in the world while watching the generation that molded and shaped yours pass on the way of all man, sooner or later realizing that one day, you too may be the topic of someone’s musings in a blog, remembered only in a trinket on a shelf.
…purchased and awaiting shipment on Ebay.
“Now that’s booze…why would an evangelical Bible thumping teetotaler like you buy such a thing?”
I’m glad you asked…more on that when they arrive.
Jesus then cometh, and taketh bread, and giveth them, and fish likewise. This is now the third time that Jesus shewed himself to his disciples, after that he was risen from the dead.
So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep. Verily, verily, I say unto thee, When thou wast young, thou girdedst thyself, and walkedst whither thou wouldest: but when thou shalt be old, thou shalt stretch forth thy hands, and another shall gird thee, and carry thee whither thou wouldest not.
…in 1/24 scale.