Where I stood, shlepping radio stuff

It has been a busy weekend, and it’s not slowing down.  

We did a radio show in Farmington.

Friday was the day we loaded the van,

set up tables, and unloaded the van.

As always, Mike helped.   This time he tried to upstage me by being a cheesehead.   He’s been living in Wisconsin too long.

On Saturday we sold radio parts, reloaded the van, drove home, and unloaded the van.

Then we drove our friends to Ypsilanti, where we got to watch Aaron play bass in his band “The Bitter Regrets”,

and we celebrated Leslyn’s birthday.

Beware, weirdos look on from outside.

Next, a lunch date with Patrick and Kari, and then an open house at Janice and Marko’s.   Things are not slowing down!

Where I stood…

transformer feet

At the Costick Center in Farmington Hills for the Antique Radio Swap Meet!

knobs

We sold parts, including knobs.

Ian gives certificates

After the swap meet there was a board meeting.   Ian Shackleford, who recently became an Eagle Scout,   took the opportunity to give pins and certificates in appreciation for those that mentored him.   Mike Dale, John Reinicke, and Mark were all honored.   It was very cool, I know it meant a lot to Mike, John and Mark.   It isn’t easy to find young people interested in fixing antique radios.

Where I Stood…

This is the floor of a display in the Plymouth Historical Museum. Why is this floor in such bad shape? Because it’s full of BB’s. The floor is from the old Daisy factory where the Red Ryder BB guns were manufactured. Why was I at the Museum yesterday? To be a roadie for Mark, while he gave a talk on old radios.

Arranging the display…

Awwww….

Playing with the radios

Now, for a small rant. This is what makes me nuts. I’m sure all municipalities deal with bureaucracy, but I think this is one of the dumber moves. Her is a photo of a monument next to the museum.

Nice monument, pretty rock. I wonder what it’s for. Let’s read the plaque.

Hmmm…Plymouth Plank Road, and toll gate #4 were right here, on this site. How historic. What could the lower plaque say?

So let me get this straight. The only reason for this pretty rock to be standing here is to mark a historic site. And to preserve this rock, that is here to mark this site, we moved the rock. Ah, why is this rock here again?

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.