5.5 inches so far.
Way, way back, before there was an internet or any technology really, there were kids, and a postal service, and Disney, and life was good. Not great because the world was still black and white, but it was still pretty good.
Young Meghan wanted the Disney to become one with the kids, so she used the nascent postal service, with their pony expresses, clipper ships, and smoke signals, to ask Disney to come to her school. To their credit they did reply via the same route, but alas they lacked the technology to be in multiple places at once and declined her gracious invitation.
I uncovered this letter, framed, while we were cleaning our room. (Yes, even adults who were once children must clean their room from time to time.) Meghan refused to keep it, so I have scanned it for posterity and posted it to the internet for eternity.
I got a text from my sister-in-law on a Thursday: would you like a pair of tickets to see Blue Man Group this Sunday? Something came up and we can’t use them.
Always quick on my feet, I got back to her over an hour later, asking her where (even though there’s only one place in the area).
Both girls declined repeated offers to go with me. Apparently I smell bad or something, but opportunity only knocks once. At least Meghan was willing to go, but only after I promised to keep to the speed limit this time.*
The show was hilarious and high-energy. It does appear to evolve over time, as it’s not the same show that we saw last time – except for the general tenor it was basically a new show to me. If you too haven’t seen it in twenty years, go again.
*this is a short story: before Meghan and I were married we went to see Blue Man Group with Kennon and Katie. While cruising down the Massachusetts Turnpike I was pulled over for “speeding and weaving.” I disputed the ticket because I honestly don’t think I was speeding when the cop saw me (I now freely admit to having been speeding earlier) and the weaving charge was just plain stupid. I was half successful.
My employer is raising some new buildings on campus. One of them will have a basement, which means digging, which in this case requires explosive excavation.
Here’s a video from a few weeks ago. The explosion occurs around the 25 second mark.
Notice the fuse flashing like a bolt of lightning, diagonally above the middle of the mat. That flash always happens, but doesn’t always show up on video due to the way cameras take a series of still images very quickly. There’s a small pause in between each image, and the flash is lightning fast.