More Grandpa Davey Speaks
A Path with a Heart
A Stop at Willoughby
Can't Captue It
Invest in Yourself
Killing Me Softly
Leave it to Beaver
Lost in the Grand Canyon
Mind Over Temperature
Mother of all Storms
No Sense at All
Not Shadow People
Squirt Gets Run Over
The Cheapest Medicine
The Golden Calf
Ticket to Freedom
Two Types of Girls
Vaya Con Dios
Where's the Beef?
Worst Case Scenario
Not Shadow People
Today I was going to tell the story of our encounters with the Shadow
People. While reminiscing about the events, I realized that I must
tell of the wonderful place they made their first appearances. While
others slept, I was fortunate to inhabit a place of solitude where
all things became possible.
Night was my element, my office was the place where I, as our slogan
said, turned “Ideas Into Reality”. Doors locked, pistol on my hip,
truck secure in the warehouse, sealed in my own domain, the solitude
was broken only by those curious entities that inhabit the night.
With no timetable and no distractions, the night allowed ideas to
In my private office, I sat in the
surrounded by my ample
workspace. Spread out before me were my notes, reference material,
models, drawings and computer. My computer was the repository of
previous work and my only link to the outside world.
The reference room contained stacks and boxes containing catalogs,
technical references and trade journals collected over many years. I
had collected information on many things of no known value to me. I
mention this room because of the incredible incidence of it providing
precisely the information needed for the project at hand. In many
instances I found full technical reference and even price lists for
components that had just been specified. It was as in
information was there because I would one day ask the question.
The rest of the office provided pacing space and was even connected
to the machine shop in case I desired to make something.
This was a special place where one could ponder the
project at hand
or the universe in general. It was a nighttime world where all
things became possible, concepts took on life and became real. This
is where my present was (in remarkable detail) conceived.