Bingo!

A big update covering lots of different things.

In July I met up with Rob and Sherrie and we hiked to the site of a plane crash.  The crash occurred in October, 1970, and was carrying half of the Wichita State Football team to a game in Utah.  There is still a lot of wreckage that was not removed from the site, which is pretty typical of mountain plane crashes of the past.  Now days all but a few crumbs would be removed.

 

I'm standing where the nose would have been,  looking back towards the tail.

I’m standing where the nose would have been, looking back towards the tail.

 

It is assumed that many survived the impact of the crash, but didn’t survive the subsequent fuel explosion.  Pilot error was blamed for the crash.

 

Molten metal from the heat of the explosion pooled around stones.

Molten metal from the heat of the explosion pooled around stones.

 

There are many more details in this Wikipedia article, including the type of plane, cause of crash, etc.

The following week,  my step-sister and her two daughters passed through Grand Lake, Colorado, on their way back to Chicago.

I met up with them and we spent the day on the west side of Rocky Mountain National Park.

Even though there are signs all over the place saying "Don't approach wildlife. Stay on road." Nobody seems to mind.  They all want to be the next award winning nature photographer.

Even though there are signs all over the place saying “Don’t approach wildlife. Stay on road.” Nobody seems to mind the signs. They all want to be the next award winning nature photographer.  The elk don’t look too concerned because they have habituated to humans.

 

The next 10 days I was very sick with a West Nile Virus relapse.  There were two distinct episodes separated by four days.  I don’t know if it’s an actual reinfection or whether, due to the West Nile exposure, I’ve developed a bad allergy to mosquito bites.  I’m still not feeling 100%.  I can tell when I ride my bicycle up out of the valley… what used to be a fairly easy ride is still pretty difficult.

On to the next track…

I recently purchased a Raspberry Pi.  The Raspberry Pi is a small Linux based computer, about the size of a deck of cards.  It was about $50. For people that only use a computer for writing a few documents, web browsing and email, this is all you’d need.  Well… you do need a monitor/TV, keyboard and mouse for that.

Rapsberry Pi computer on the right.

Rapsberry Pi computer on the right.

For my purposes, I won’t need any of that. Eventually, it will be programmed to act as a web server that monitors a variety of wireless sensors in a boiler room.  When any of the sensors goes out of range, it will send an email or text message alerting people to a problem. So all it needs is a internet connection and power.  There’s a WiFi adapter plugged into the bottom (the black thing).

I get so tired of the “gotta upgrade” cycle,  buying updated computers, printers and software.  I bought a really powerful computer 8 years ago.  It’s still plenty sufficient for my needs because email is the same as it was 20 years ago, word processing is the same as it was 20 years ago, and even circuit board design is the same as it was 20 years.  The only thing that’s changed is the phased-out product support which forces you to buy the same capabilities all over again. My 8 year-old laser printer still works perfectly, but HP has stopped making toner cartridges for it, so I have to throw it away and buy a new one.  It keeps the Intel, Apple, HP and Microsoft shares going up in the stock market, but offers nothing but window dressing and a new look for the consumers.  There’s no real increase in capability.  Most of the software that runs on Linux is free and always has been.  The only advances in computing have been with lower cost (unless you’re Apple: $2000 for a 15 inch Mac Book Pro?), lower power consumption and smaller size, and the Raspberry Pi is indicative of that.

Moving on…

This past week I did a repair trip to northeast Colorado, Nebraska, Wyoming and back to Colorado.  Along the way I worked on pinball machines and jukeboxes.  One of my tasks was to repair a Bally bingo machine from the 1950’s.

A bingo machine is shaped like a pinball machine.  You shoot a ball up and there are 20+ holes for it to drop into, which lights a light on a bingo card on the backbox.  They are basically gambling devices and were probably outlawed in many states.  You can increase your payout odds by adding coins, sometimes up until you’ve shot the 3rd or 4th ball.  You win credits for getting various things in a row, or 4 corners, etc.  The credits can be applied to subsequent games or redeemed for prizes or money.

 

1953 flyer for Bally Beach Club bingo machine.

1953 flyer for Bally Beach Club bingo machine. Click for larger.

 

To quote Russ Jensen, a  guy who is very familiar with the operation of these machines, “These games are by far the most complex of any electro-mechanical game ever devised.”  After trying to fix one, I’m in total agreement.

The day after I worked it, I was in Cheyenne to work on a jukebox.  The guy has an old friend who has a collection of these in his daughter’s basement and he wants to sell the entire lot of 30 to 40 machines.

 

Just a few of the bingo machines stacked in a heap in this basement.

Just a few of the antique bingo machines stacked in a heap in this basement.

 

The backboxes were stacked along one wall and the playfields and cabinets were stacked separately, 8 to 10 high. It was very difficult to tell what was in the heap and what condition any of it was in.  Nothing looked like it was in pristine condition, but the games looked like they could be put together and restored.  There were a number of duplicate games; for example I think I counted 5 Beach Clubs.

There were also old slot machines that used lights instead of reels and paid credits instead of coins, a few blackjack video games, and a couple of jukeboxes.  There was a fair amount of junk.

 

A slot machine that uses lights instead of reels.

A slot machine that uses lights instead of reels, and pays credits/score instead of coins.

 

Since returning from the trip I’ve been researching bingo machines and watched videos of how you play and repair them. With my intrigue over the electro-mechanical operation of these things, I’ve become a little enamored with them.  I’d love to breathe new life into them, restore, and sell them. They’re pretty unique.

But when I work-out the realities of buying this collection, it doesn’t make any sense.  First, probably half of the machines will be used to make the other half work.  Second, there is very little demand for any of this, including the jukeboxes.  Little demand means low selling prices.  Probably not very much to cover the time I’d put into them.  On top of that, I’d have to store these while waiting for restoration which means renting a storage room.  When I add up the other costs of renting a truck, driving to Cheyenne, paying some people to help me drag all of this very heavy stuff out of their basement and unloading here in Colorado, it gets expensive.  I barely have any free time as it is, so maybe I’d only restore a few per year.

Reluctantly, I’ll have to leave this little silver mine for someone else, though I don’t know who.   There aren’t many collectors of this stuff and even fewer know how to fix them.  I’d bet there’d be some interest in Europe.  Some of the most prolific collectors seem to be over there.   But the shipping costs make it prohibitive. I don’t know how much the owner is expecting to get for the collection, we didn’t talk price.  He’s leaving it up to his son and daughter.  They’re going to talk and get back to me with a price.  At least with a starting price, I can point interested parties in their direction.

 

Smoked!

For a few years now, I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a smoker for smoking foods.  I borrowed a friend’s charcoal smoker a little over a year ago and I wasn’t pleased with the results.  On a cold windy day it was impossible to regulate the temperature.  It was either too cold or too hot and either no smoke or the woodchips were going up in smoke way too fast.  It was a constant battle.

So I consulted my neighbor across the road.  He had a Bradley electric smoker and he was pretty happy with it.  He said he just set it and came back a few hours later and pulled out the food.  I immediately came home and looked up the price on Amazon, and suffered sticker shock.  I also didn’t like the fact that it required special woodchip pucks for generating smoke.  So I put the idea aside.

Fast forward to this past spring.

I was repairing a pinball machine that was located in an enclosed patio.  Since the owner had ferocious dogs sequestered in the house, he suggested I come around the side of the house, through the backyard, to the back patio.  On the way I passed a smoker with a digital readout on top of it.  I repaired his pinball machine and as I was about ready to leave, I asked him how he liked his smoker.

“I love it”, he replied.

So we got to talking and recounted our passions for smoked meat.  He told me that he picked up the smoker at a local branch of a large hardware store chain.   The seed was planted.

Fast forward again a couple of months.

I was in a nearby branch of a large nationwide natural food store.  It is the largest of its kind in Colorado. There is a food court inside and one of the vendors sells hot smoked meat.  So I decided to try a whole chicken.  I brought it home and had just a wing.  It was delicious.

“That does it”, I said.  “I’m getting a smoker.”

About a week later when I was down in the city, I stopped by the large hardware store chain and took a look.  Ew, still pretty expensive, but about 40% less than the Bradley.  I thought about it and thought about it again.

I really like handcrafted foods.  I bake my own bread (more so in the wintertime).  I can be fairly obsessive and passionate about what I create. The smoker seemed to fill a niche.  I like meats that are cooked slowly at low temperatures.

I took the plunge and loaded it up, along with bags of various types of woodchips for making smoke, and drove it home.  On the way, I stopped at a market and browsed the meat section.  I left with some baby back pork ribs, something I’ve never cooked in my life.

Once home, I learned that there was some assembly required for this “Made in China” smoker.  Well, many things wouldn’t align properly and assembly took much longer than expected.  Then I was required to burn it in for three hours to get rid of the manufacturing residues.  There would be no time for ribs that day.

During those 3 hours, I scoured the web for recipes and advice.  Over and over I kept coming across this “3-2-1” smoking method for spare ribs and a modified “2-2-1” method for baby back ribs (search the web if you’d like more info).  I learned you can pretty much smoke anything.

You smoked what?

Due to the lateness of that first day, I found something I could smoke rather quickly.  Eggs.  I get the strangest looks (mostly disgusted) when I tell people that.  I boiled them in the shell for a little less than it takes to make hard-boiled eggs.  Then carefully peeled them, applied some seasoning, and put them in the smoker for 45 minutes.  They were excellent.  I’ve eaten them straight,  crumbled them in salads, and made egg salad sandwiches.   Smoked eggs will be a staple here.

There seems to be infinite combinations of dry rubs (spices that are applied to foods before smoking), brine solutions, along with the types of woods used to make smoke.   Lots to learn and try.  For example, Trader Joe’s makes a dry rub that contains ground coffee, something I would have never guessed, but it tastes good.

The following day I made my ribs.  They were succulent and tender.  Probably the best ribs I’ve ever had.  Before smoking, I cut them in half.  One half I thinly coated with molasses and the other half was coated with mustard.  A couple of different spice/herb mixtures was applied next.  For the smoke, I couldn’t decide among the five different woodchips I currently have, so went with a 50/50 mix of apple and hickory.

Earlier this week, I used some maple wood and smoked some whole potatoes.  They turned out well,  a little leathery on the outside, but they weren’t very fresh to begin with.  I’m looking forward to trying them again.

The purists might scoff at an electric smoker, but here at 8,300 feet above sea level, where the weather turns on a dime, it’s clearly the right choice.  During the 5 hours those ribs were smoking, it was sunny and warm, it rained, and the wind blew.  Meanwhile inside the insulated cabinet, the smoker maintained 225 degrees and the woodchips  burned and made smoke.

I have lots planned for smoking including tomatoes, pineapple, peppers, pears, lamb, chicken, shrimp and bison, just to name a few.  I’ll have to post some photos soon.

 

Commemorative Train

More train geeking.  Amtrak engine 156, with the “Phase 1” 40-year anniversary commemorative paint job, on the California Zephyr route.  This engine has been heading back and forth between Chicago, IL and Emeryville, CA for several weeks now.

Seems like every train has had some special train car in tow.  The Zephyr often shuttles Amtrak equipment between California and their shop in Beech Grove, Indiana.

Click on all photos for larger versions.

 

April 24, 2014: AMTK 156 Eastbound near Tolland, Colorado.

April 24, 2014: AMTK 156 Eastbound near Tolland, Colorado.  Amtrak California #90225 Cabbage Car in tow.

 

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