Re: HEY RAY

An Mac Tíre Bán; (Whitewolf) wrote:

On Wed, 03 Aug 2005 08:07:24 -0600, "John P. Mullen" <jomullen@xxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:


An Mac Tíre Bán; (Whitewolf) wrote:


On Tue, 02 Aug 2005 21:11:46 -0600, "John P. Mullen" <jomullen@xxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:



ray o'hara wrote:


"kateh" <kateh_1@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote in message
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"ray o'hara"  wrote



no blinded by the bolt hitting around 100 yards away. 

YIKES!
That'll make yer hair stand on end, eh?
KateH     :)



i love a good storm, we've had a slow year for them. usually we'ed have a
half dozed by now at least.



When I was younger, I lived in a house built on a spring (it wasn't planned that way) that was a natural draw for lightning. We had plenty of lightning rods on the house, but got lots of near strikes.


When a storm started, I'd go to the front door and wait. After a bit, I'd hear a hissing, building in intensity until CRACK! the lightning would hit, sometimes within 50 feet. The whole house would shake and the windows would rattle.

Such fun!!

John Mullen 


I'd rather be caught up in a gun battle with the SAS and the UVF then be
anywhere near that house!

Ray


Heh!

I guess it is in the blood. When I was in the Navy, one piece of equipment I worked on put out 20kVA at 20 amps. You had to be careful working around that baby because one zap could definitely kill you dead. Of course, I was trained to avoid death. Once, when the Captain was in the space, I was trying to get the equipment tuned. That involved changing a setting, firing up the set, taking measurements, then bringing it down to make the next. Usually, I'd let the charge bleed off a bit before grounding the terminals, but I was in a hurry, so I shorted it quick, causing a nice, big, fat spark and a big SNAP. In that small closed space, it sounded like a shot and the Captain jumped a bit. He looked at me and said, "You gotta be nuts to work on that!" I just smiled and carried on.

Maybe, he was right.

:-)

John Mullen 


Yer sure that one or two o' dim lightnin' yokes didn't like... you know... hit
ya on da head like?    Ya didn't wake up on the auld ground wondering where ya
wer for a minute or so like and wondering how long you had curly hair, no? :-)

Ray


So far, I haven't been zapped. It is one of those things electronic technicians try to avoid. But, as the bullfighter gets close to the bull, we do tend to get close.

John Mullen
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