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After my mis-matchmaking fiasco in yesterday’s blog trying to marry off Judy Mott to some guy named Ed, now I’ve got Jan mad at me.

When I was talking about the D-Day landings yesterday, and my Uncle Theo’s landing on Omaha Beach, I had also planned to mention that Jan’s father landed on Utah Beach. But somehow it slipped through the keys and I left it out.

Jan said that her father always said that he worked in a hanger during the war. She didn’t know any different until she read his obituary. Turns out he fought his way across Europe much like my uncle did. And like my uncle, he didn’t like to talk about it.

After leaving the Army at the end of the war, he later reenlisted in what was by now the US Air Force, and went career, retiring in 1966 as a Senior Master Sergeant, the year before I first met Jan.

Yesterday’s AC drain repair is still holding and no more water is dropping into the coach. Hopefully it will hold until I can get back up on the roof and finish the job.

I need to find a way to block water and gunk from dropping into the bedroom when I clean the coil. Right now I  plan to put a piece of plywood over the hole and then cover the area  with garbage bags and seal it up with Gorilla tape. This will let me spray the coil with cleaner and then hose it off.

One thing I noticed yesterday was the fact that the freeze sensor thermistor had come loose from the coil and had fallen down on the base, which explains why the unit sometimes freezes up. I’ll use a paperclip to make a new bracket to hold it in place.  

My next project is to get our Sharp microwave down from its over the counter bracket and repair the door latch. So right now I’ve been Googling for some idea on how it comes down. It seems like every different model does it differently. Supposedly the unit weighs about 70 pounds, so the real problem may be getting it back up in place after I fixed it. We’ll see.

And of course, there’s still the water pump replacement waiting the wings.

Coming off the 3rd (and usually last) day of a migraine, Jan was ready to go out for dinner, so about 4pm we headed down to the Woodlands Waterway area to have dinner at Grimaldi’s Pizzeria.

We’ve loved Grimaldi’s ever since we ate at the original one in NYC in 2009, and were really happy to find they had spread out across the country since then.

And by having using the same coal-fired brick ovens, the same coal, the same water, and the same ingredients from the same companies, the pizza here in Houston tastes just as good as what  we had in NYC.

We did do something a little different this time by trying a new salad.

Normally we get the House Salad, which is very good. But they’ve added a Kale Chopped Salad with Kale, Romaine Lettuce, Artichokes, Cucumber, Red Onion, Shaved Italian Cheese, Sun Dried Tomatoes and Kalamata Olives and tossed in a Lemon Vinaigrette.

So now we have a new favorite salad.

As far as the pizza, we got our usual Large with Pepperoni, Mushrooms, Italian Sausage, and Meatballs.

We always get the Large because we then have half to bring home.

Just the best pizza around.

Beware of an old man in a profession where men usually die young.

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or Do We Have Too Many Friends To Keep Up With?

In yesterday’s blog I tried to marry Judy Mott off to someone named Ed. But it seems she wants to stay with her present husband Dick. So much for my matchmaking ability.

I’m not sure where Ed came from, except as it  said, It Was Late And I Was Tired. Jan and I both think we know another couple named Ed and Judy, but couldn’t put a last name to them.

Blog reader Rick Rousseau identified the motor in yesterday’s trike as a GM product.

Rick said that the fact that the two inner exhausts ports were spaced very close together confirmed it.

Here was my reply to Rick.

Rick,

Well, I had it narrowed down to GM, Ford, or Chrysler, LOL.

The last time I fooled around with this stuff was in mid to late 60’s, with Hemi’s, 427’s, 428’s, 429’s etc. If it wasn’t at least 400 cu.in, it wasn’t a real motor, just a hamster in a wheel.

All these high output small blocks came around after my time.

In 1965 I did shoehorn a Buick aluminum V-6 into my Triumph Spitfire along with two Judson Superchargers, one on each bank, when I was racing in the SCCA Unlimited class.

Ran like a bat out of hell, but for some strange reason I kept blowing out rear-ends. Who knew? LOL.

Greg

Today being the 72nd anniversary of the D-Day landing on the beaches of Normandy, France, got me to thinking about my late Uncle Theo.

And that got me thinking about his wife, my aunt Virginia, who still lives up in north Alabama. So I put in a call to her to check in and let her know we expect to be up there around the middle of August in visit.

I didn’t find out until years later that he had landed on Omaha Beach during the first day of the attack. But Omaha Beach was just his third campaign. He was also part of the Torch landings in North Africa and the Husky Landings in Sicily.

All in all, he fought across Europe in 7 campaigns, ending up at the Battle of Bulge in Belgium. Dug in near Bastogne, Belgium, he said it was so cold nobody wanted to fight. “We could see the enemy, but we didn’t shoot at them, and they didn’t shoot at us.†

Here’s what I wrote last May after he died. Check out the rest of the story.

Theo Wesley Calvin, Jr.

Around 3pm, I got the ladder out of the truck and went up on the roof of the rig to check out my leaking rear AC. The first thing I noticed was that there was no water running off the sides of the rig on this one, but plenty from the front unit.

And as usual in a simple job like this, one that should only take about 15 minutes, it took me almost an hour to just to get to the problem. It took me about 30 minutes to get one of the four bolts loose that holds the cover on the AC unit.

Then I started taking the sheet metal cover off the evaporator unit. And of course two of the 30 odd screws that hold it on were also stuck. So out comes the big screwdriver and the hammer.

Getting the cover off and moving the evaporator coil aside, it was easy to see the problem.

That white plastic tray is the drain pan and that round hole is the actual drain. There’s  one on each end of the pan and they were both stopped up with all the gunk that was floating around in the pan, and the pan was full and running over and into the intake filter below and dripping down onto the bedroom floor.

I was able to unstop the drain holes enough to get things flowing for today. But I’m going have to come back tomorrow to finish up by cleaning the evaporator coil, cleaning out the drain pan gunk, and then putting in some bleach to really clean out the drain holes. But I was wiped out for today. I’d been up there for almost two hours and the heat and sun was really starting to get to me. So I covered everything back up and came down.

Jan had been setting outside keeping an eye on me and could tell I wasn’t feeling well.  When I went up on the roof it was overcast and about 80. When I came down the sun was out, and it was 88. Unfortunately it’s going to be even hotter the next few days so I may wait a few days to finish up.

But for now, the problem is fixed and it’s no longer leaking into the bedroom.

Thought for the Day:

The price of apathy towards public affairs is to be ruled by evil men. – Plato

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