The Way of the Magoski

Planks Law

"The key to inter planetary travel", says my Dad, "is in understanding Plank's law well enough to move beyond it."

When that happens a new age will dawn upon Man much in the way the Industrial Revolution occured.

Planks Law

MORNING MEETING

Today's morning meeting was held in Dad's office because Murray was installing a new router on Dad's computer.  Installing new routers on any computer is really not a fun way to start the day; and if it's something you don't do every day, then it's really no fun at all.

We talked about Lee Atwater and the P-51 Mustang.
"The airfoil", Dad said, "was truly unique.  That plane was built in 90 days."
"Some amazing machining", said Bob.
"That and we scoured everywhere for parts we could use.  There's never been a plane quite like the P-51.  Never."
I was listening, but only halfway.  I grew up with this.  I know the instrument panel of the Mustang.  It was mandatory reading before bedtime as a child.  Most parents read Dr. Seuss to their kids.  My dad read Aviation Week to Murray and before we went to bed. 
So i listened to the story while I took pictures until Murray said, without looking at me, "If I hear that sound (the camera's shutter) one more time ..."
Was he wrongly assuming I was taking pictures of him?
Yes.

But, I didn't take any more pictures.
Unlike Murray, I don't take pleasure in pushing people's buttons!
But I do take pleasure in writing about it.
And posting a few images.

I had hoped to get some valuable insight into the global economy from the meeting this morning.
But it was just not going to happen.  Still, I was happy we had the meeting in the office today.  I should have taken more pictures of Dad's space.  It's a work of art itself.  I silently smiled to myself.
Yesterday, when I was painting Kacie's apartment, I was thinking to myself how much we were alike. I didn't tell her that when I was her age I too had to paint my first place in more colors than I care to admit; in fact, much to my Dad's chagrin, I had actually painted the ceiling of my bedroom black and the walls a very deep dark red.

Looking at everything around me, I realized it's just the DNA.
And that was comforting, I suppose; but, I thought,  is there really chromosones that in certain combination cause one to not ever throw anything away and then attempt to put everything on display in some practical utilitarian sort of way?
That's crazy!

That's the Magoski Way