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 More Grandpa Davey Speaks
 
 
 A Path with a Heart
 Answers
 A Stop at Willoughby
 Can't Captue It
 Choices
 Corrections
 Crossing Texas
 Ewe To?
 Girls
 Golden Biscuits
 Invest in Yourself
 Killing Me Softly
 Leave it to Beaver
 Locke Machine
 Lost in the Grand Canyon
 Mind Over Temperature
 Mother of all Storms
 Mr. Wizard
 Mysterious Money
 No Sense at All
 Not Shadow People
 Poverty Point
 Queer Creatures
 Reckless Abandon
 Shadow People
 Squirt Gets Run Over
 Sub Prime
 Surrogates
 TEOTWAWKI
 The Cheapest Medicine
 The Golden Calf
 Ticket to Freedom
 Two Types of Girls
 Vaya Con Dios
 Wake Up!
 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 
			flow unimpeded. 
 In my private office, I sat in the 
			cockpit
			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 
			“Answers”, the 
			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.
 
			©07/11/08
 
 
 
			  
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