[ATM] ATM: Thank you & Apology-

["David Harbour" <scarab2@cox.net>]

Firstly, the thank you-

Thanks to all of you guys who offered to scan my over one hundred negatives
to file (for making CDs) of the construction progress/details of my big
latitude adjustable, one person transportable fork mounting for optics up to
20"s. I've made arrangements, one of you gentlemen will do it for me, and
then I will cut and paste a new document to go with them, and the complete,
humongous (Kolossal) thing will go on one disc, and it will be available at
no charge to anyone who wants it. Sorry I destroyed the templates, fellas,
but I couldn't have used them to make paper patterns for any of you now,
anyway, and most of you wouldn't have been able to come and use them either.

For my friend Nils Olaf Carlin, I owe a PUBLIC apology, and not because
"confession is good for the soul", but because I owe it to him. I was out of
line with my snippy, terse, smart alecky response to his riposte to my last.

In fairness to myself (whoever that guy might be) last night I experienced
an unbelievably difficult crisis in dealing with my aged father. He should
have been admitted to the hospital, but I could not persuade any person in a
position of authority to take him to the hospital. The entire episode was
unbelievably upsetting, and I just got "out of sorts", I just wasn't myself,
for a while, after that (what the hey- I don't know which one of me is the
real Dave most of the time). My father will die soon in his home, he and his
wife both want to die, they firmly assert, they are both incompetent and
suffering, in their upper eighties- the state has no power to do anything,
it will be too late by the time my brother gets the machinery of the court
rolling to force them into a safe haven.

But this is not about my family. I want to re-iterate, I apologize to you,
Nils. What the hey, I missed an opportunity by being unfair to you, Nils, to
display my newly developing sense of humor, rubbing off on me from Dr.
Morbius (aka Dr. Richard Schwartz, maker of strange, glass flying
saucers;-he also owns a ray gun factory and laboratory- he did not tell me
to keep this a secret, so I blurted it out).

You are right, Nils- by all means, yes,

Let's have electricity,

And some sensitivity,

And a little eccentricity.

Between me and Dr. Morbius, we have the latter in a large enough doses. I am
also for flying boats and Zeppelins.

Hope you accept my apology, Nils. Bloody my head, if you choose, I present
it to you as I deserve a thrashing. (have all of you guys read "Invictus?"-
that's a real poem, unlike my dumb rhymes). Ask me for it. It is about
getting your head bloodied and how to deal with it, and it is in my opinion
one of the most beautiful, elegant, short poems ever written.

Let's push glass, and tip up the glass, as well, now and then. I'm myself
again, no more uppitiness out of me. But where is Herr Schwartz? Come out,
Kapitain, we are overdue for some of your genuine Morbius-ness.

Davey



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