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November 15, 2007 |Permalink |Comments (1)
It Is Rocket Science
Caleb and I are building a Big Bertha model rocket. We are looking forward to a launch date before the end of the year if the weather holds out. When she takes off, she should look something like this...
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Good stuff. One of the father figures I grew up with was a man of extraordinary craftmanship and artisanship, and an amazing hand at building rockets. This man was an accomplished hand woodworker and blacksmith and taught me the basics of both crafts and instilled in me a great respect for things created by hand with great effort. We experimented with modifying several model rockets to see how heavy a payload they could carry. He entertained us with many stories about his wayward youth in the Bay area in the 1950s, when he and friends would scavenge all sorts of crazy military hardware from local bases and build homemade rockets and other explosive devices that can't be discussed on the internet in this day and age. When Sputnik launched, he and his friends attempted to build their own rocket powerful enough to reach the stratosphere. They even rebuilt WWII era radar components to track it's flight into space. They launched it from a beach at dawn with great fanfare. Although the rocket didn't seem to appear on their rudimentary radar, it soared out of site and did not return as far as they could see. Maybe, just maybe, it's still up there, floating along next to Sputnik, he used to say.