I couldn't possibly write everything I have to say in one post, or in any kind of reasonable time. I've got over a hundred hours in this project, and I don't know if I've hit the half way point yet. Time has become irrelevant. Business has gone down the drain. But somehow I retain the faith that everything will work out. This project is enough to confirm anyone's belief in that.
I'd like to start out with the opening I should have used on Saturday, apologizing for anything I did or didn't do that made this project come up short of anyone else's expectations. The project went pretty much exactly as I thought it would. The only thing I think I miscalculated was the sheer force of the collective energy you guys put together. To a man, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU BLEW ME AWAY with the energy you put into this.
There were times when each and every one of us completed a task and got to stand back and watch this thing unfold, and wonder what we were gonna do next. Like the pieces of a puzzle, it didn't take long for that next job to land in front of us. Almost without exception, everyone did what was asked of them regardless. They did it with competence and without complaint. Nobody could ask for more.
Personally, I know that I answered at least a 100 small questions about the details of the assembly that helped the flow keep going. I am glad I had the answers. There were also about 60 occasions during the weekend where worked stopped because of something missing or damaged which was needed to continue. At those times it was extremely gratifying to walk into the shop a few feet away and return with the required part. This confirmed my decision that the advantages of doing this at the shop outweighed the liabilities.
I would like to put together a separate post of just how each and every one of you blew me away with the different things you did to step up to the occasion. I think all the people who weren't there should have a chance to know this. I just don't have the time right now, as there are too many things I put on hold to push this project forward that need attention now. I hope I don't forget before I get the time to do this.
At lunch I presented Gene with a box that had been arranged for overnight delivery from Eric C., the guy that jumpstarted this project by donating the tub. I also told a short story that I had shared with Eric on Thursday, when I finally got to talk with him.
When I was growing up, somewheres along the way I got to hear the story of stone soup. This was the story of a man who had nothing to eat, so one night he just put a stone in a pot to boil. The next guy, who didn't think he had much to offer said something like 'I can add some salt'. The next guy who wandered in, also thinking he had not much to offer, gave something like parsley. It went on like this until the stone soup became a full blown stew that everyone richly dined on. This story unfolded a lot like stone soup, the major difference being that Eric C. changed the plot by throwing a steak into the mix right off the bat.
Looking back on this now, I can see the punchline I couldn't have seen from the 'eye of the hurricane' while we were doing this. I, being the eternally optimistic hippie that I am, provided what you would mostly likely expect from a hippie....................
THE POT!
