ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby WARLOCK » Fri Jan 31, 2020 1:06 pm

Robert and Sparky and myself, (as well as many others) have all felt this pressure of late where the "larger requirements of work" tend to get in the road of our regular scheduled programming of life's important efforts.
It has diminished our ability to "write things" or "get things done" in a timely fashion. In my case, writing has ceased almost entirely; except for short "chicken scratches" in my daily planner plus some 1/2 thought out texts to friends.

The takeaway for me is that the tasks are getting done, but the reporting of getting the tasks done (by myself at least) won't be done until further down the road.
I know that I am "not normal" and as a self imposed judgement, I am learning to live with this fact. It will be alright, it will be ok, and I am not alone in this: Stay curious...

So eventually, I will get where I am going, and reflect and write upon where the road has taken me, later down that long winding path.
For now, I relish reading what Robert writes here as it gives an interesting perspective of what is going on right here, right now.

Cheers, salut. All the very best. Keep on flipping...
Looking forward to hearing more here soon...

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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby R.A.B. » Sat Feb 01, 2020 10:02 am

WARLOCK wrote:Robert and Sparky and myself, (as well as many others) have all felt this pressure of late where the "larger requirements of work" tend to get in the road of our regular scheduled programming of life's important efforts.
It has diminished our ability to "write things" or "get things done" in a timely fashion. In my case, writing has ceased almost entirely; except for short "chicken scratches" in my daily planner plus some 1/2 thought out texts to friends.

The takeaway for me is that the tasks are getting done, but the reporting of getting the tasks done (by myself at least) won't be done until further down the road.
I know that I am "not normal" and as a self imposed judgement, I am learning to live with this fact. It will be alright, it will be ok, and I am not alone in this: Stay curious...

So eventually, I will get where I am going, and reflect and write upon where the road has taken me, later down that long winding path.
For now, I relish reading what Robert writes here as it gives an interesting perspective of what is going on right here, right now.

Cheers, salut. All the very best. Keep on flipping...
Looking forward to hearing more here soon...


I have quoted this phrase/thought before somewhere here.

So once again from memory, here is a quote from Nikos Kazantzakis' best selling existential novel "Zorba the Greek", - "the men who live the mysteries of life have no time to write about them."

So according to the above, I guess I think I got it all figured out then ( :help ) if I am finding time to write .

I must be an overall god dam fool for trying to write all this shit down, or maybe I am just living those occurrences of our daily lives again by writing it here because I want to think it somewhat differently than how it was lived. When I think about it, it is in fact a a sort of personal appropriation of events by the writer. It remains work that I choose to do without pay, and I regularly make time for it when the conditions allow.

And for a living, (yes, one must make a living apparently), I just happen to fix pinball machines, sell parts to keep them running and make them available to the general public and especially like meeting people who have broken pinball machines in their homes. This has allowed me to encounter a wide cross section of people because most people remember pinball machines, and whether they just like to play, fix, tinker, collect, buy/sell, restore or just talk about their memories, I get to meet them through whatever above activity they chose. That is an awful lot of people. Luckily for me, I find most people interesting. That is not counting all the characters that populate(d) the amusement industry which have also proven to be a colourful source of stories that have kept me interested in the business side of it all as well.

God bless this ship of fools, no one else will.
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Postby R.A.B. » Thu Feb 06, 2020 8:40 am

Bump - I am almost finish part 4 and 5 of the second to last post on page one.

If you are following this thread, have a look again, lots of edits and additions have been made all over that page and it may be worth a reread when you have time to sit and read through. Feel free to comment, I would be curious to read perspectives other than mine.

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Postby R.A.B. » Fri Feb 07, 2020 9:56 pm

Note: if you are looking for the first three parts of this post, go to page 1 of this thread and read the second to last post on that page. You can also just jump in below. Come on in, the water is fine.


PART 4

Later that Saturday afternoon (January 11th), the North Star crew made serious headway in its mission. As I see it, (and also as I get older), I know that making every single fucking business decision solely based on higher profit margins is becoming a real threat to the coolness & fringe nature of off beat ventures like this one. This new wave of coin operated amusement machines invading our diverse cities across the country provide a great chance to run a more incomparable business model than any other that came before, and even more so in Québec. Now that is opportunity ! The question is, will this new team of crazoids at North Star be creative enough to make that happen ?

Big corps bank on the predictable, right up to the extent of manipulating their clientele as they would manipulate the products they peddle. They work at gaining control of the unpredictable by whatever means they can "legally" conjure up. The man plays hard on the slide because he is basically a bastard, a real son of a bitch in my book. He would very much like everyone to behave in the same way, like the same things, and say how great it all is to everyone they know. And even if he succeeds in making everyone buy the same products, he is always very careful not to blow the clients' belief in their own individuality, uniqueness and choices. It is tricky, but he is managing to pull this off quite well these days with the help of all the information willingly provided by what he considers as his own fodder by now. This is very underhanded on his part and also quite naive on the part of the web consumer. But hell, don’t you feel special and important when you are offered to buy something you were messaging your facebook "friends" about last week ? Sure you do, you are still making your own choices, aren't you snowflake ? The man is just being helpful and getting to know you better & better, now don't you feel so special & prime ?

Then there are the experts at efficiency who are always trying to find new ways of increasing productivity in the workplace. They work for the man, and they make employees feel more miserable by evaluating (i.e. manipulating esteem) their performances and aiding them in feeling inadequate by adding more and more to their tasks until they can’t deliver. Another good management trick is pushing their subservients out the door and way beyond what normal healthy humans can do so that they eventually leave their jobs on their own or lose it completely. This is good because then the man does not have to pay any severance to that washed up shmuck of a human being supporting a family who could no longer take the turning up of the pressure valves. Then replace them by someone younger, less efficient and cheaper so that you can freely bullwhip them into a drone. Repetitive tasks and routine are the tools of choice, and they are great tools when you are putting someone under the gun of generating profit at all costs. These tactics are not conducive to a sustainable economy, but who cares, these short sighted greed head bastards are not about the long run, it is about making what is called “fuck you money” right here, right now, and the “fuck you” is aimed directly at their clients for starters, and then is turned gently to their subservients who made it all possible for their so called superiors to achieve this crude goal as their ultimate answer to life itself. Fuck these people. Boy, I just read what I wrote, I am not human tonight.

Regardless, we are “all grown up” as a capitalistic society by now, and there is little room (or time) for organic growth anymore, so we shoot up the hormones and the steroids promoting monstrosities and producing burnouts along the way. Good business, in the true sense of the term is where the supplier and the customer and the employees profit from each transaction, but unfortunately, we are now down to the nitty gritty, especially in what remains of the traditional retail businesses. We are moving towards a new reality instead of taking on the huge task of fixing the one we still have on hand. This new less substantial reality is quickly being appropriated by a new set of greed heads who can now sell their goods, stuff, eats,rides and garbage without displaying them in the old reality, thus ungraspable by all the 5 senses. It looks good in the pictures, but you can't touch or feel or smell or taste it, just have it delivered quickly because we are very important, remember ? No worries, this new way of retailing and of centralized power distribution is so very convenient, and some of “it” can even venture to have no material substance at all, yet still sell somehow. Very cool, and everybody still gets to feel so special with home delivery right to your very own doorstep. More pollution via the sale of a product that is more than likely disposable so we can reorder. Wow.

Making substance, quality and even truth matter less is so very necessary to this new way of achieving higher margins. Start by treating your customers like morons, they will get use to it. Give them a free cell phone, then slowly deliver less and less quality as they get use to that as well with more disposable crap becoming available while you keep the price the same. Then take the opportunity to raise the price when you deliver a new flashier model of the same item with even less durability, but damn, it sure looks good doesn't it ? So by selling looks and hype instead of substance, you are becoming quite the retailer. Hype is now primordial to business visionaries instead of the actual goods.

Business mission statements should be more meaningful than just colourful words laced together to sound nice. Maybe the consumers should write them instead of the marketing teams and then be upheld to the man demanding that he be accountable to it or get off the bus, fully/completely. Someone has to be responsible for all this shit, or at least the part that is hurting our environment, yet no one seems to be around to answer. Basically, we need to stop being careless in how we do business and especially how we consume so widely without concern for consequences. Making money is fun, and having more than you need can make you feel good, but shouldn't that entail some kind of responsibility ?

Being one-dimensional in business means that you harbour one lonely goal, and that is making money which is vigilantly driven by profit. Letting this become the only value and the only goal defining the work that you do, - well, that is kinda sad and lacking somewhat in the deeper meanings that are possible. In short, I don't think that money should be the only dictating factor to a business endeavour striving for natural growth.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think that having a vision hinders the goal for profit, it depends on how smart you are in being able to make the two jive as one. Meaningful and responsible money is one way to reduce its vile effects on our world. And if there weren’t so many stupid things offered as compensation for the efforts of bringing all this shit to market, it would be a lot easier to hang on to your own hard earned money when you start getting ahead of the grab and go game.
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Ok, so most consumers are made out to be stupid, and often treated that way. Greed and money and prosperity gaps are some of the culprits, along with a disregard for a future that can easily be less toxic if people gave up on what are still considered unquestionable values in doing business which got us here in the first place along with this senseless god damn race to the finish. There are so many things that we don’t need and are told that we must have to be content and complete. This may be partially why we are in such trouble lately.

Moving on.

Regardless, this latest motley crew of hoodlums hanging around the North Star that morning decided to head back to the shop to play/test the pins we had received from Toronto in lieu of the big installation due to take place on the 25th of January at the Bell Center. Now that made me feel like we were going the right way – shrine like location with lots of people traffic where we could show pinball to the general population once again with a good possibility for profit, what a wonderful combo. I was a bit too excited about this upcoming prospect for North Star amongst the other projects we discussed. I personally don't get easily excited about much anymore, but I thought that this was something worth reckoning with, and I then sort of decided to get stupid out of amazement. I started drinking in the early afternoon in order to feel something more than just the thrill of organic growth.

Lord Byron wrote something once about modern man and intoxication which I like very much and I have taken the liberty to interpret below for more clarity by explaining it in the parlance of our times.

When we were cave dwellers or tree climbers or whatever we were a long long time ago, basically before we developed words and combinations in order to abstract the thoughts that were beginning to cross our minds and needed to use a vehicle in expressing these abstractions. Basically, the time before that, before civilization and agriculture at best. That time when we used various noises and sounds to express our base instincts, needs and desires. Again, all those loud grunts and groans and laughs and cries, hell, also the howling at the moon we use to do and the silence of the hunt and the scream of the kill and the exclamations while mating. So now, here is Lord Bryon saying that when we stopped doing all that in the wild, we lost something, and we gained something else, and that something else was the ability to be reasonable. Lord Byron uses the word reasonable in his quote, I use civilized.

“Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.”

Here goes my version and his together so you can grasp what he meant back then.:

So now that man has become reasonable (and civilized), he must get drunk in one form or another because the best part of life (being this meaningless and dirty little thing we are thrown into) is but intoxication, in any of its many forms.

Byron is referring to the intoxication of the wildness being substitute these days for alcohol lets say. What we had many thousands of years ago as the only dope and source for intoxication came from our natural unaltered surroundings, way before the ancient Egyptians messed with hops and water and yeast and invented beer. Now we can sell this stuff in Byron's words as “the best of life” or as we put it today, “miller high life”. Intoxication in all its wonderful forms is the best part of an otherwise dull life heavily burdened by the task of survival. It is now bottled for the civilized city dweller, and even in soft drink form, - so Enjoy Coke – it’s the real thing.

So it is not because we are out of the caves that the best part of those terrible lives spent in fear and darkness in the cold and wet huddled humidity of the night while hiding from predators did we not have moments of reprieve and intoxication through full moons, killing and carnal knowledge have lost their importance. It was as good as it got back then. That was the best of cave life, and it was indeed intoxicating. And even now that we are ‘reasonable’, the best part of life is still intoxication, but since for the most part we are not howling at the moon anymore and are reasonable, which in some cases can be dul), we still have this innate need to feel intoxicated, because it is indeed the best part of life, a sort of celebration of the absurdity of it all.

So understanding this quote from that Englishman, I was tempted to celebrate the high side of life. Not a good idea since I was lacking in sleep and that I am also way past my prime as a good hunter, but once again, I repeat, - the best part of an ordinary life lived is indeed intoxication of one sort or another. I was swept off my feet by the road, the prospects, the energy around me and the general buzz I was getting from what loomed ahead in the month of January. That was the trigger for the intoxication that followed and for which I felt needed to be promoted, always higher and further right ?

After some pinball and some talk and laughter and champagne and planning, I thought that it would be a steadying proposition to get some food in us. So after some Pho at my favourite restaurant of late, the Warlock & I did the rounds of our locations on the Main which I like to survey every weekend, and this Saturday was no exception to the routine. So the beers began to flow, then the ciders and then more of the same. So by 6pm I needed rest & especially refuge from the energies around me. The Warlock was just getting wound up, so I left him in the care of the North Star and I made my way home to sleep some. He was going to uber it back, but when I awoke partially rested at 8:30 PM, I texted him and asked him what his status was. No reply. I knew that I had to get him out of whatever predicament he had gotten himself into by his adhering to Byron’s quote about the best of life. He is my friend and regardless of how I felt or how heavily and hard the rain was coming down, I understood that I had to go beyond downtown and get to him.

And yes it was still raining and the roads were shit and the night was dark and he was far from home, so I brought him back to the refuge after stopping at the Provigo to pick up more protein to feed us. We ate like cavemen, drank like idiots but talked like reasonable men. So again, the best part of this shitty little thing we are all involuntarily thrust into by two other people (our parents) looking for their dose of intoxication unknowingly stemming from their ancestors time, I know that all these intoxications in all of their many many forms will always be the best part of my life for sure.

Between the throwing of ideas back and forth, I had managed to ask the Warlock what the plan was for the next day, Sunday. Asked him at what time he needed to leave Montreal. The truck was in Mile X, we were on Nun’s Island which is at least a half hour away in good climate, and we were not experiencing those idyllic conditions at all that weekend.

It was past midnight when I managed to utter the schedual question. Meanwhile the outside temperature was dropping fast and the insistent rain was turning to snow while the puddles transformed to very smooth ice surfaces all over the city. It was looking like it was going to be a long and nasty drive for Scott all the way to Hog Town from la Ville de Marie tomorrow no matter what time he decided to leave. Scott said that he wanted to be in Toronto by noon, so I did a quick calculation and shuttered at the result. This meant getting to his ride (i.e. The 5 ton truck) by 5 AM. This also entail getting up from slumber around 4:15 AM and just “go out there” after coffee and cereal. This didn’t seem to phase him, but I was concerned about the feasibility of it all as I watched the ice pellets start falling on the cars parked below. It was nearing midnight now.

I had learned years ago that the Warlock understands time in a different way than I do. But even if he does, we both always manage to somehow be on time to meet any of our schedualed obligations. And even if we have very different ways of achieving this quality of perfect punctuality often described as the politeness of kings (even the intoxicated ones) we both manage to keep to our scheduals.

We know time.

Editing of the above will follow when I make it back to the refuge of the night on Feb.10th. DONE. :!:

For now I am going to gather material for another episode. Starting a new apprentice today. As well, Mindstorm88 will be hanging out with us (Joanna, Lucien and I) at North Star this morning when another routine like day on the road begins. All my hopes for an interesting day, or rather should I say, all my efforts will be present to make it so.

PART 5 to follow very soon. I am way behind in my work because somebody' else's behind is often in the way of my work these days.

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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby cait001 » Sat Feb 08, 2020 4:32 pm

R.A.B. wrote:Scott said that he wanted to be in Toronto by noon, so I did a quick calculation and shuttered at the result. This meant getting to his ride (i.e. The 5 ton truck) by 5 AM. This also entail getting up from slumber around 4:15 AM and just “go out there” after coffee and cereal. This didn’t seem to phase him, but I was concerned about the feasibility of it all as I watched the ice pellets start falling on the cars parked below. It was nearing midnight now.


I wouldn't say I know Scott very well, but I do know him enough to know that wouldn't phase him. ;)

Great writeup. I miss the intoxication.
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Postby R.A.B. » Tue Feb 11, 2020 9:56 am

PART 5

cait001 wrote:I wouldn't say I know Scott very well, but I do know him enough to know that wouldn't phase him. ;)


Cait is correct, the Warlock is not phased by what goes on outside of his head, and I think he simply sees his environment as something to navigate, whatever it happens to be at the time. I wish I was more like him in that respect, I tend to put up a fight with what I don't like, or have a problem in accepting as one more god damn reality. :lol: Sometimes I am able to change things around me, but I usually hurt myself and sometimes others by changing the course of things that are happening or may need to happen, it is the price I pay when I want to be heard and consequently have an effect on my context.

The only times that I see my friend phased by something is when an idea strikes him and manages to stop him in his tracks. That happens when something he hasn't encountered or thought about before happens to cross his way. Those are the only times when I have seen him phased and physically static as he processes the new information. He is a thoughtful and intelligent dynamo of a man, always planning, always thinking about the next challenge. I for one admire his resolve and gumption and willingness to go on even after the proverbial carnaval has left town, and early that morning he was planning to leave town as well.

The god-dam cell phone alarm went off at 4:15am Sunday morning the 12th of January, I hit snooze once and quickly realized that it was just a bad reflex I seem to exercise on winter mornings and just got up. The day was looking pretty ugly weather wise as predicted by the computer and the good folks at environment Canada. The cold rain of the day before had turned to ice pellets overnight and was now mixing the two forms of water into a rock like substance which coats windshields in a quarter inch of the stuff. We head downstairs by 5 AM and chopped away at the windows of the car, all I could think of was the windshield & windows of the 5 ton truck sitting outside since Saturday morning in a parking lot outside our storage building that was riddled with puddles yesterday. We had parked the thing near the trees along a ditch that would eventually become something oddly called Gorilla Park once the city repurposed that Mile X space. The trees over the truck and the large puddles under it would be something to reckon with for sure. It didn't matter what I envisioned or even anticipated, what was going to happen was going to happen regardless, I sort of have to get use to that in some instances.

Gorilla Park to be reopened in 2020.jpg
Gorilla Park to be reopened in 2020

No one was on the roads that morning, but I drove carefully anyways. I wasn't sure what was under the white stuff on those familiar early morning roads of the city until I began using my brakes to test my worn down winter tires for traction. It was alright and we made it up to Mile X with no problems.

I parked the car near the truck in 3 inches of slushlike water that looked as if it would turn to ice while we walked in it towards the Warlocks ride. He climbed in the cab and started the beast and I began to climb up to chop away at the ice build up on the side mirrors, one arm looped through the mirror rails and the other with the scraper. We waited for the windshield to show a slight reaction to the heat building up in the cab, it took a while.

The Warlock got going by 6AM, and with the truck limited at 105kms/hour he was hoping to make it to Port Hope just before noon. That didn't happen due to a jack-knifed tractor trailer near Trenton. Scott texted me with a home safe and thank you for the hospitality text by 4:38PM that day. He told me that he would take a nap and then drive down to Charleston South Carolina that night to drop his mother off for her flight to Tampa. He wisely postponed that escapade and rescheduled the flight until late the next day, Monday.

As for myself the routine began to reinstall itself gradually while I spent the day with my son showing him what was going on in the world around him and asking him what he thought. The next day was the beginning of another work week of selling and buying parts, of fixing pinball machines for home clients and the North Star etc etc etc. The preparations for the Bell Center install two weeks from the 12th were already in motion. I assisted in any way I could, mostly by supplying the parts we needed in order to operate these pinballs on coin and dealt with details, details, details & more details which Jordan handled well. He took charge of preparing the line up and I was very impressed by what he accomplished technically. The project of bringing pinballs back to the streets of Montreal was taking a firm stance via this shrine like location, a very good start to operating pinballs once again in the downtown core of this diverse city I call home.

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Postby R.A.B. » Thu Feb 13, 2020 4:53 pm

One more comment about people in general, especially the interesting ones, the ones who hardly ever say a commonplace thing.

The characters we write and sometimes talk about to others can only be a partial, and certainly always an incomplete representation of the person. I don't think that any of us, even the simplest of beings for that matter can be completely defined let alone understood beyond doubt.
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Postby R.A.B. » Thu Feb 13, 2020 10:22 pm

The Road & the final Refuge.



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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby Sparky » Fri Feb 14, 2020 1:15 pm

R.A.B. wrote:The characters we write and sometimes talk about to others can only be a partial, and certainly always an incomplete representation of the person. I don't think that any of us, even the simplest of beings for that matter can be completely defined let alone understood beyond doubt.


Well said. Hell, I still don't even know and understand myself sometimes. The road permits to reflect on one's self, and figure out what place our cog fits inside the machine of life.

So as much as the road can be long, I can focus better on myself, which in turn makes me appreciate people and things more.

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PS: Thanks for the time yesterday, Rob. I appreciate the chats as much as a nice glass of fine wine. And smile on, spring should be breaking through soon. Fingers crossed.
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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby R.A.B. » Sat Feb 15, 2020 10:59 am

Sparky wrote:
R.A.B. wrote:The characters we write and sometimes talk about to others can only be a partial, and certainly always an incomplete representation of the person. I don't think that any of us, even the simplest of beings for that matter can be completely defined let alone understood beyond doubt.


Well said. Hell, I still don't even know and understand myself sometimes. The road permits to reflect on one's self, and figure out what place our cog fits inside the machine of life.

So as much as the road can be long, I can focus better on myself, which in turn makes me appreciate people and things more.

Ian

PS: Thanks for the time yesterday, Rob. I appreciate the chats as much as a nice glass of fine wine. And smile on, spring should be breaking through soon. Fingers crossed.


Yes, springtime hopefully we will see signs of that season next month. It has been a fairly easy winter overall so far.

I was thinking about how quickly this winter seems to be going by, more than half way into February and I realize this morning that I won't be posting about the last four or so Saturdays after the Warlock's flash visit through the incessant rain and ice of mid January.

For the sake of the permanent record, here is a quick summary of the four Saturdays after Scott left on that dicey Sunday morning Jan. 12th and changed the course of things for the pinballs mission in Montreal.

In summary here are the main & non routine events that followed his visit.

Turning 57 and thinking hell, why do I not feel that. Well, that is because I have never been thus old before, thus not really knowing how to act my age.

A gout attack resulting from my careless behaviour with food and drink which started building up and crystallizing after the Warlock's visit. Now attempting to act my age.

The Bell center install and having all the North Star partners there for the first hockey game in which the general population would be rediscovering pinball. It puts pinball in the public's face, not just for the people who know it is back. This is major.

Missing work because of being unable to walk up the shop or the North Star stairs and limping badly across the Alouette parts and service depts.

The North Star staff party and the recovery and back to work and preparing Fireball Classic for the North Star floor thus replacing Captain Fantastic now residing at the Bell Center line up.

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The routine coming back with the line up check of Feb.8th and much shop work before and after that.

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Now, it is Feb.15th and I just finished checking up on the herd and all is ready to roll, except the baseball which is waiting for a part due on Monday from Pbresource.

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So now off to visit the Warlock at Bluffs tonight, so here we go again busting up the routine and hitting the road. Don't think for minute that the wonderful cast of characters I will interact with in the next four days aren't going to end up in this thread, I am.all wound up to tell stories now and see my friends at Maple Pinball and the Bluffs.
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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby Bluffs Pinball » Sat Feb 15, 2020 6:51 pm

Robert and Chris Silver have arrived safely at Bluffs this evening to begin the endeavours that will be executed over the next several days...

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Postby R.A.B. » Sun Feb 16, 2020 7:41 am

Woke up in a warehouse full of pinballs this morning. It has been almost 5 years since I have done that.

Something I have never ever ever done in my life is fix three different OXO's in one day. It happened yesterday without my even noticing it. After this unknowing feat, I exclaimed my surprise at this realization to the cast of characters hanging out at the Bluffs at that time.

OXO # 1 - Montréal @ North Star Machines à Piastres at about 7 AM, - spotted A & B targets go out with flipper use - shooter lane switch pressure adjusted

OXO # 2 - Brockville @ brother's basement - motor run on & ball sitting in outhole not ejecting to shooter - bonus count unit zero switch cleaned and gapped

OXO # 3 - Scarborough @ The Bluffs. - only playing on player one (no, not @ P1AG) - player unit in the backbox not stepping, gummed up ratchet pawls

I stood back and realized that I had never lived that before, and I sort of felt good about it for some reason. Today should provide a few more moments to record.
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Une règle suivi gueri de tout. A rule respected can cure anything.

A philosophy of doing shall rule til the days when I can no longer "do" arrive. Because when I am too old to wipe my own ass, adjust an AX relay or relieve a woman from sighing, there will be only memories to fill my time. So, the task at hand is to build a RRSP of memories, come hell or calm tides.

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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby novaguy » Sun Feb 16, 2020 8:00 am

Turning 57 and thinking hell, why do I not feel that.

I see we have something in common Robert.

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Re: ROUTINE ON THE ROAD – REFUGE BY THE RIVERSIDE

Postby R.A.B. » Sun Feb 16, 2020 6:53 pm

novaguy wrote:Turning 57 and thinking hell, why do I not feel that.

I see we have something in common Robert.


Gonna drop in on you early tomorrow morning Ted so we can compare notes on that.

Oh, also picking up that 60's Gottlieb machine Warlock is buying off you, moving machines and hanging out with Scott always seem to go together along with other "pleasantries", go figure.

I have no idea if I will be able to write about this weekend in any coherent way when I get back home. I am boggled by the amount of repairs we have accomplished here at the Bluffs along with Chris and Marc and Scott helping out. And oh yes, we also made it to the downtown core today to do a bunch of repairs at The Pint.

I do admit to becoming more & more confused in this month of February, or at least a little more than a bit sketchy about my real purpose in life, if there is any at all. Oh well, could certainly be occupying myself with alot of no good mischief instead and since we do have to go through life somehow, any as well do something I am good at and makes people forget their troubles. :D All these god damn pinball machines everywhere.
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Maxed out at 10 machines, no more no less. Toujours a 10 machines, pas moins pas plus.
Une règle suivi gueri de tout. A rule respected can cure anything.

A philosophy of doing shall rule til the days when I can no longer "do" arrive. Because when I am too old to wipe my own ass, adjust an AX relay or relieve a woman from sighing, there will be only memories to fill my time. So, the task at hand is to build a RRSP of memories, come hell or calm tides.

P.S. A man needs something to do besides contemplate how crazy everyone has become in a world of overly exaggerated self-importance upheld and maintained by the new dumb.



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