| Mr. Harvey was into radio engineering at Ford Philco. He had me build various projects. I was embarrased whenever they didn't work. I made a UJT-siren for an art class. But I couldn't get it going. I made a digital clock--that actually worked--but then blew out (due to exessive unregulated supply voltage). I'd bought that chip new for seven bucks too (MM5314N). I wired up a four-bit counter with LED's: that worked. Some of my soldering was atrocious. Other of it was okay. Mr. Harvey had me do a 4-transistor transmitter. And by the time I got things right, it was buggered with blops of solder, crystaline textured joints, slag, and flux. I couldn't bear to show it to him. He asked about it. He had also found the hand of a lady. We kind of drifted apart. I called him years later. He was doing fine. But we were still diffirent in our ways. I'll always remember him as he was in my youth; so kind and patient, and so impeccable. Maybe I'll find him again yet. |