The other day I dropped a small screw. It was a type I didn't have many of.
I couldn't find it anywhere, so I thought the best thing to do is drop
another one from the same spot and see where it bounced to.
I now have two missing screws :(
Trefor
>The other day I dropped a small screw. It was a type I didn't have many of.
>I couldn't find it anywhere, so I thought the best thing to do is drop
>another one from the same spot and see where it bounced to.
I have tried the same technique with lost arrows. Sometimes it worked,
sometimes it didn't. Seems to me I got the idea from from _Tom Sawyer_ or
_Huckleberry Finn_.
I bought my brother new arrows to replace the ones I lost.
>I now have two missing screws :(
I don't know how many screws I'm missing. I do think from
time to time that there's a nut loose on my keyboard.
Marty

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Ed Cregger - 31 Mar 2007 13:26 GMT
>>The other day I dropped a small screw. It was a type I didn't have many
>>of.
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> Marty
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I don't have any missing screws, but a few are loose. I have been told that
I'm missing my marbles, but I don't get it. Of course, "I" wouldn't. <G>
What truly amazes me, however, is just how much company I have in the world.
Ed Cregger
Terence Lynock (MSW) - 31 Mar 2007 14:04 GMT
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from "Ed Cregger" <ecregger@bellsouff.net> contains these words:
> I don't have any missing screws, but a few are loose. I have been told that
> I'm missing my marbles, but I don't get it. Of course, "I" wouldn't. <G>
> What truly amazes me, however, is just how much company I have in the world.
> Ed Cregger
Its a very fine line between genius and insanity, I have one foot on
this side and the other foot on the other side................ the fact
that I sleep upside down hanging from a branch and eat lots of fruit
doesnt come into it......
Im guessing you wouldnt normally have dropped the second screw if you hadnt
already had a screw loose.

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> The other day I dropped a small screw. It was a type I didn't have many
> of.
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>>> Freq. pin and put it back on the Freq. board! That can cause some
>>> fights. Ya never see 'em but you know they're around.
Doc Ferguson - 31 Mar 2007 23:55 GMT
On Mar 31, 4:54 pm, "Fubar of The HillPeople"
<fub...@trashsocal.rr.com> wrote:
> Im guessing you wouldnt normally have dropped the second screw if you hadnt
> already had a screw loose.
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My mentor is 82 years old and I am a young 63. Ah yes the first day
of the year for flying. Jim gets his trusty Sig
25. Go through the preflite and everything is OK. Take off and a
short time later Jim yells is anyone else on this frequency as his
plane was not responding to his radio. Nope nobody on his freq. He
managed to bring the plane around in the worst approach necessary,
High lines. Jim slid through the lines only scratching a wing putting
a small hole. He was able to land and we did a field strip to
discover that the seam of the gas tank had split, spilling fuel into
the transmitter shorting everything out. Yet he must have had a gold
horse shoe around his neck he brings the cripple in for a perfect
landing.
What do you do. Open the transmitter and dip it into alcohol you get
in the paint department, Not rubbing alcohol.
The transmitter responds beautifully. Jim put another fuel tank in
and put silicone around the neck. Guess what the fuel tank split at
the seam. Now it was a matter of getting a different fuel tank and
different name brand. Jim had about nine
of the fuel tanks he had around for years. He had bought out material
from a hobby shop. Geez you know I think there is a shelf life to
some plastics even stored in the dark. Gremlins split all these seams
when nobody was looking. Doc Ferguson