On the third day of Christmas
My true love gave to me...
Permission to go out to the Museum. Woo hoo!



Here (R) is the final product, with all of its holes drilled.

There were a lot of people out today: Bob Kutella, who took the picture of me above; Shelley was working on her seat frames, and her father on one of the Rube Goldberg machines. John Baletto was doing needle chipping on the 757. Mike Stauber and a friend of his who wishes to remain anonymous were working on a streetcar which wishes to remain anonymous. Stan and Christine worked on parts for the L4. Joel was doing drainage work and switching. And there were several others, I can't remember what each of them was doing.
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