When I was a kid,

 I had a helicopter that actually flew.  It was tethered to a hand operated crank by a flexible wire.  Crank faster or slower to make it go up or down.  Control the direction by twisting the hand operated cranking mechanism left or right; that movement transmitted to the flying machine through the flexible wire.  The perfect toy, except it had rigid blades.  They took a beating.  When they failed, that was it for the favorite toy of my youth.  Blades and scotch tape just don’t work like undamaged blades do. Well, my youth is back; only new and improved.  The Gyro Systems S107G; an awesome indoor helicopter.  The blades are much tougher now, and they’re hinged.  Centrifugal force keeps them extended while flying, but they collapse instead of breaking when they hit something.  Counter-rotating blades eliminate the need for a vertical tail rotor to control the direction of flight.  Somehow it does that through the main rotors.  The horizontally mounted tail rotor provides the tilt to go forward and back. It’s an indoor toy.  The controls are infrared, so they don’t work outside.  There are handling challenges.  It is small and light, so it is super susceptible to drafts and air currents.  It helps to turn off any ceiling fans, furnaces, or air conditioning.  I find that the less air there is under the rotors, the greater the lift.  As the helicopter gets closer to the floor, or other flat object, the amount of lift changes.  It must have something to do with the air that is being forced down beneath it rebounding back up into the blades.  Also, the less air there is above the machine, the greater the lift.  The closer you get to the ceiling, the more the helicopter wants to fly further up.  It’s like the ceiling just sucks it right up. The controls are straightforward; a throttle for lift and a joystick to control forward and reverse, left and right.  Not growing up with computer games (and not being a real pilot) there are finesse issues I haven’t mastered yet for controlling an object in three dimensions, but I’m working on it (in ten minute increments). The bedroom has something soft to land on, but not much room otherwise. The front room is better, but still lots of stuff to fly into.  The Welcome Center is a better flying room.  Much more space. But you know what “more room” results in?  It doesn’t mean I don’t run into anything, it just means I get more flying time before I do. 

A few days ago

 I was talking to Becky on the phone.  She described a perfect warm fall day in Colorado:  blue sky, calm, sunny, and 78 degrees.  At that moment, we were having a cool, calm, cloudy, fall day in South Texas….  .. at 78 degrees.  

Tony goes to college

 Tony, age fifteen, is being recruited by a college in Massachusetts; Bard College at Simon’s Rock.  They want him to drop out of high school and go to college next fall.  Bard College has an enrollment of 400 students and specializes in early entry.  That’s all they do, take kids that are way above grade-level in high school, and put them in a safe college environment with a bunch of other kids their own age.  This is a very attractive proposition for Tony.  He wants to be a particle physicist and cosmologist, but has to study all that stuff on his own.  It’s not in the high school curriculum.  Now that he knows a lot about it though, there isn’t anybody else around he can talk to about it. The college recruitment came about because earlier this year as a sophomore, Tony took the PSAT, the test that measures critical reading, math problem-solving, and writing skills.  His score on the PSAT got the attention of Bard’s admissions office.  They’re very selective.  On College Day at Tony’s high school, with all the other colleges making mass presentations to all the students, Bard College sent their Vice President of Admissions to talk with Tony. Tony’s parents aren’t anxious for him to go off to college in another state at sixteen, but they’ve recognized for quite a while that he needs something he’s not getting.  So today, Becky, Brian, and Tony are at Bard College at Simon’s Rock in New Barrington, Massachusetts, having a look at it.  http://www.simons-rock.edu/about It’s right down in the lower left corner of the state.https://maps.google.com/maps?q=Bard+College+at+Simon’s+Rock,+84+Alford+Road,+Great+Barrington,+MA&hl=en&ll=42.204107,-73.377686&spn=4.874202,13.392334&sll=31.168934,-100.076842&sspn=11.249427,26.784668&oq=bard+college+at&t=h&hq=Bard+College+at+Simon’s+Rock,+84+Alford+Road,+Great+Barrington,+MA&radius=15000&z=7 Becky and Brian get the parent’s orientation while Tony is escorted through classes and college life on campus.  Tony and company are only part way through the application process, but the college has already told Tony they want him.  If he applies he’ll be accepted. And it doesn’t stop here.  Bard has exchange/study/matriculate-to arrangements with Columbia, M.I.T., Dartmouth, and Oxford.  What an opportunity for Tony.   

Sunday

 This is one of those weeks the Bronco game is not broadcast here (we’re back at the beach again), so we pulled the car crosswise across the back of the coach, closed all the car windows except the driver’s window, turned the radio up loud, put our folding chairs next to the car, got a couple cokes, sat on the patio, and listened to the game.  80 degrees, palm trees, sea breeze, and a Bronco’s win.  That didn’t suck.