What you do NOT want to see from the cab.

[dmaynard]

When I went to grade school I never heard the word dyslexic. I don't know if they even knew about that condition back then. They just called me lazy (and to some degree I am) and just kept passing me through spelling classes with C minuses and Ds. I am so glad that computers now have spell check, now I can look like I know how to spell things. But I deal with it every workday, since I drive a lot I get to see a lot of road signs, and the one that says "from single lane" always makes me do a double take (it actually says "form single lane")

[Rowan]

There is apparently a great web site for this so-called affliction....

dyslexia.moc

 

[bkbates]

I'm with you , Dave. Back in the 50's and 60's I got flak from my parents for not doing better than I was supposed to. Some idiot told them that I had an above average IQ. As I remember I actually got sent to a school psychiatrist in grade school, once. SO, we poor, misunderstood creatures learned to get by in other ways. The clue should have been that I got A's in drafting class and art classes - my brain is justwired differently. As revenge I bought my parents a computer, which they couldn't figure out, although my Dad did learn to play solitaire on it.

AWNUTS!
B2

[dmaynard]

Above average IQ, yea I have been accused of that many times. I was good in math (numbers don't swap places for me) and music, art, shop, drafting and pursuits like that. I would have skipped a grade in grade school but my mom said no, thank goodness. I also passed second grade even though I missed almost half of it because I was hospitalized.

I spent more time than I would like to admit with the schools' physiologists/psychiatrists  Them folks were more messed up then I EVER was

[G-man]

Yep. I've been accused of not achieving to my IQ when I was at school.  Then one day, after being harangued by teachers for years, we were given an IQ test. I started with my usual aplomb, (who asks these simple questions I thought) and then it occurred to me , MESS IT UP!!!
I did this. They must have thought I suffered some sort of brain disease as after that test I never heard  "Your IQ shows you can do much better" Later in life I applied for a job at a bank. The gave me an IQ (Idiot Quotient) test. I finished it. I was the first applicant to ever finish it. They didn't hire me as they thought  I was so intelligent that I wouldn't stay and they would be wasting their time training me. I got this info from the government employment agency that arranged the interview. I was friends with the lady who was in charge of it at the agency. She told me later that the bank called and told her not to send any more like me down. I've never had trouble reading but in book keeping I keep reversing the numbers. Its easy to track down though as the error is always divisible by 9. I've kept books for an importing company in the past. Anyway, I digress. Glad to see I wasn't the only "Under achiever" at school.

[Emettman]

Anyway, I digress. Glad to see I wasn't the only "Under achiever" at school.

Digress away...
I was at the other end of achievement at school: all the exams, all the certificates.  So they put me down as a success, not noticing what my years at school had done to me, and not done for me.
I'm not going back to a school reunion except with more weapons than Michael Douglas in "Falling Down".

Bullied, isolated, mocked, and given no support or help in understanding that or coping with it or countering it.
But a "Success".

[Bill Wray]

There is apparently a great web site for this so-called affliction....

dyslexia.moc

 

Reminds me of the dyslexic agnostic who didn't believe in dogs.

[dmaynard]

Emettman, yea I can certainly relate to that too. Moving into a new (to me) school district every few years didn't help me either. One principal told me I needed to start fighting back, but that is difficult when its 4 to 1. I also didn't want to fight back because I had previously hospitalized one bully, and the thought of doing that much harm to someone bothered me. Yea he deserved it, but I wasn't comfortable with the knowledge that I did it. But time has a way of turning things around, when I was talking flying lessons the girl behind the counter that had to make sure my plane was ready was the snobby girl in school who was too good to even talk to me. The guy driving the fuel truck was one of them bullies, and all of a sudden they are taking orders from me

[trainboy]

I know that problem! And yep its even better when all of a sudden it, BlOO? you work here? and we are best friends from then on out.

[bkbates]

It did my heart good when went to get my tires changed and the guy doing the tire changing on the rim used to be a LT CDR in the Navy. I was a lowly E-5 at the time. Also the handyman guy that the company who built our house sends to fix the little things that go wrong with our new house used to be a fighter jock in the USN. OK, so I'm a little perverse. but is sort of makes up for the knuckle heads that somehow think they're better than I am, no matter what their rank is. It must be the passive aggressive in me.  It also makes me a little more aware of howI treat and want to treat people. - B2

[Emettman]

"What you do NOT want to see from the cab. "

A little curly wisp of grey smoke when you put you loco on the track and turn up the power.

My LGB feldbahn 0-4-0 has gone toes up.  It was my most used shuttle engine for window displays.
It's being reduced in length  by at least a quarter by having a vertical motor added.
What it will then become I'm not quite sure, yet.  If it runs well It may resume it's previous job as a chassis for a range of seasonal locos.  Only smaller.

[dmaynard]

That wisp of smoke I saw, or released, from my Proxxon table saw a few years ago. What a sinking feeling that is. Fortunately I have only released that wisp of smoke from one locomotive so far. It was a Heartland locomotive, when they say its a 12 volt motor they mean 12 volts.  Strange that an LGB would do that, but hopefully it will arise from the ashes and shuttle cars again.