Today at The Tobacco Hut the following folks were in attendance: Joe K, Peter G, Paul O, Bryan J, Lou, and myself. I was smoking a Crown Viking filled with Tinder Box Reserve 1928, a most excellent tobacco. I got the pipe from Lou several years and it's one of my favorite freehands.
There was a lot of tech talk throughout the day. Paul had some computer questions for Joe, Joe bragged about his latest iPad and Apple TV purchase. He sold his iPad 2 to his daughter (I thought initially he had sold it to Vic!). Later, after Joe had left, we talked about various TV viewing options, from streaming to Tivo to Hulu to Netflix and RedBox.
Bryan and I talked at length about e-readers such as his Nook and my Kindle, their advantages and disadvantages. A shout out to Bryan for his 25th wedding anniversary! One thing I pointed out regarding obsolete technologies such as floppy disks is that the regular ole' book, i.e. the printed word, will never die out. It can't be made obsolete by some new technology.
Bryan, I mentioned this to you today when we were talking about music. It's a link that I've mentioned in this space before and Paul O is happily listening in now. It's called Psychedelicized Radio and features songs from the latter half of the 1960s, some you've heard but mostly obscure bands. Give it a listen - I think you'll like it.
It's free but they do welcome donations to pay for the server space. It runs them about $90/month and I've donated since they began about two months ago. It kind of works like Joe's favorite broadcaster, NPR. Joe, if you tune to 89.7 FM this week, they're in the middle of their pledge drive. Would you like me to donate on your behalf like I've done before? Maybe you can add to your NPR coffee mug collection.
If you read the blog last week, you know that Lou has come to a decision regarding the store. If he is unable to sell it by April 30th when his lease is up, he will be forced to shut the doors. As sad as that will be, I think we all understand his reasoning and support him a hundred percent.
I've been thinking about how we can all stay in touch when the Tobacco Hut Era comes to a close. We've had some great discussions and forged good friendships throughout the years and I, for one, would like those to continue, even if it's just in a "virtual" sense online.
When I send the blog update announcement out everyone's e-mail address appears, so folks can obviously stay in touch that way, but I'd like to duplicate the lively discussions that take place every week at the Hut in some online form. I'm exploring a couple options: an online forum, a Facebook group page, or Twitter.
The Facebook group page is extremely easy to set up and use; the downside is that not everyone is on Facebook. Twitter is also easy to set up and use, but tweets are limited to a small number of characters so isn't really conducive to proper discussions. An online forum offers the most robust environment in which to converse (I'm thinking of the Smokers Forums, Puff.com forums, and others).
There are a couple challenges with creating an online forum. The first is financial. The most full-featured and reliable forum software is vBulletin, but it costs $195/year plus hosting costs. I would also have to get up to speed on the technical issues as I've never been on the "back end" of forums, only as the user.
There are free forum applications but they are chock full of unwanted advertisements, and I would still have to arrange for hosting.
Another alternative is Ning.com - it's a niche social media development application which is only $19.95/year for the Mini site. The Mini site is limited to 150 members, but is fairly robust with a lot of cool features. It would be kind of like a Facebook site just for us - you can make comments, add photos, etc.
I'm kind of leaning toward that option if there's an interest in it from the gang. Let me know your thoughts and have a great week!
- Bob
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Saturday at the Hut - 3/17/12
Today at The Tobacco Hut saw me enjoying a bowlful of G.L. Pease's outstanding Chelsea Morning tobacco in the Stanwell that Paula surprised me with for Christmas. It smoked well all the way to the bottom of the bowl, providing a great taste and excellent room note. The rest of the gang was smoking cigars and there was a fair number of us so it was welcome relief when Lou decided to prop open the door to air it out a bit.
In attendance today were Lou and myself, of course, Scott R, Jeff D, Paul O, Paul V and - toward the end of the day, Jim C. I'll open the blog with a tale that Jim recounted about his iPad. He received it as a gift from his wife but several days ago, whilst driving on US 19 near S.R. 52 with the windows open and the iPad on his dashboard, made a turn and promptly sent it flying out the window. Unfortunately, he didn't notice it until he got home and then retraced his path and discovered it in the middle of the road, having been run over multiple times. But, guess what? Apple replaced it! Jim is now a full believer in Apple. If it hadn't been replaced, I was going to suggest that he get in touch with Joe who is probably ready to sell his iPad 2 now that the latest version is on the market.
After Scott and Lou conducted a little business (the former had sold some of the latter's old lighters and other collectibles on eBay and was delivering the proceeds), Scott and I got down to our business. Specifically, the solution to the brain teaser I had posed in this space a couple weeks ago, regarding the 911 dispatcher's help to the man suffering from a heart attack. Probably the only people that cared were in attendance today, but I'll give the solution here in a moment. It actually didn't take Scott long, after a few carefully considered questions, to hit upon the answer. Although maybe it was a repeat from a couple weeks ago where Scott did all the "heavy lifting" and Paul O actually answered it...I can't remember. Okay, for those of you were wracking (or "racking", either is acceptable) your brain for the solution: The dispatcher had the man read off the license plate of the car parked in front of him, she ran the registration through the computer, and directed the ambulance to the address, saving the man's life.
A little later when Paul V arrived Scott had me pose the same question to him and, with some more heavy lifting from Scott, he worked out the solution.
We had some good sports discussions...who the Bucs had picked up and their prospects for the coming season, how the Rays were looking, the ongoing NCAA March Madness tournament, and the "good ole' days" of sports television when you basically had on option for watching sports - ABC's Wide World of Sports which showed the highlights from various games from the previous week. Now, as Scott pointed out, you can watch practically every game live, start to finish, but there still doesn't seem to be anything good on.
I was feeling lucky so I sprang another puzzler on Scott and the boys. I produced a deck of cards and asked Scott if he could cut the deck exactly in half. He didn't think so, but he actually did pretty well, cutting 28 cards. I then had him shuffle the two halves together and deal some piles of cards face down. There were several piles consisting of just two cards, a few piles of four cards and two piles of thirteen cards each. As he dealt each pile, I bet him what each pile would consist of: the pairs of cards would contain one red and one black card, the piles of four would consist of one card from each suit, and the two piles of thirteen cards would each contain ace through king. As the odds of each of these bets got longer and longer, Scott had no problem betting against me, especially since we were using "hypothetical" money, not the real thing. But, sure enough, after he had dealt through the deck, the cards were turned over and I was correct on each pile.
I emphasized that Scott had cut and shuffled the cards and done the dealing, so there could be no pre-arrangement or sleight of hand since he had shuffled and handled the cards. I've always enjoyed legerdemain, especially when it comes to playing cards. Next time, Scott, we'll see how well you do separating the reds from the blacks, sight unseen. And if you want to invite me to your next poker game...
Lou made a sad, but not entirely unexpected, announcement. The lease for the store is up at the end of April and he has decided that without a buyer, he will be forced to close the doors so he can devote more of his time and energy in taking care of Dotty. He would prefer to sell the store and keep it open - and has lowered his asking price considerably - but will have to close down if he is unable to sell it. Now is the time to spread the word if you know of anyone who would like to take over the shop. After almost 28 years it's an institution in Pasco County and I think we all share Lou's desire to see the store continue, even under different ownership.
- Bob
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| This is probably close to what Jim's iPad looked like after being run over. |
After Scott and Lou conducted a little business (the former had sold some of the latter's old lighters and other collectibles on eBay and was delivering the proceeds), Scott and I got down to our business. Specifically, the solution to the brain teaser I had posed in this space a couple weeks ago, regarding the 911 dispatcher's help to the man suffering from a heart attack. Probably the only people that cared were in attendance today, but I'll give the solution here in a moment. It actually didn't take Scott long, after a few carefully considered questions, to hit upon the answer. Although maybe it was a repeat from a couple weeks ago where Scott did all the "heavy lifting" and Paul O actually answered it...I can't remember. Okay, for those of you were wracking (or "racking", either is acceptable) your brain for the solution: The dispatcher had the man read off the license plate of the car parked in front of him, she ran the registration through the computer, and directed the ambulance to the address, saving the man's life.
A little later when Paul V arrived Scott had me pose the same question to him and, with some more heavy lifting from Scott, he worked out the solution.
We had some good sports discussions...who the Bucs had picked up and their prospects for the coming season, how the Rays were looking, the ongoing NCAA March Madness tournament, and the "good ole' days" of sports television when you basically had on option for watching sports - ABC's Wide World of Sports which showed the highlights from various games from the previous week. Now, as Scott pointed out, you can watch practically every game live, start to finish, but there still doesn't seem to be anything good on.
I was feeling lucky so I sprang another puzzler on Scott and the boys. I produced a deck of cards and asked Scott if he could cut the deck exactly in half. He didn't think so, but he actually did pretty well, cutting 28 cards. I then had him shuffle the two halves together and deal some piles of cards face down. There were several piles consisting of just two cards, a few piles of four cards and two piles of thirteen cards each. As he dealt each pile, I bet him what each pile would consist of: the pairs of cards would contain one red and one black card, the piles of four would consist of one card from each suit, and the two piles of thirteen cards would each contain ace through king. As the odds of each of these bets got longer and longer, Scott had no problem betting against me, especially since we were using "hypothetical" money, not the real thing. But, sure enough, after he had dealt through the deck, the cards were turned over and I was correct on each pile.
I emphasized that Scott had cut and shuffled the cards and done the dealing, so there could be no pre-arrangement or sleight of hand since he had shuffled and handled the cards. I've always enjoyed legerdemain, especially when it comes to playing cards. Next time, Scott, we'll see how well you do separating the reds from the blacks, sight unseen. And if you want to invite me to your next poker game...
Lou made a sad, but not entirely unexpected, announcement. The lease for the store is up at the end of April and he has decided that without a buyer, he will be forced to close the doors so he can devote more of his time and energy in taking care of Dotty. He would prefer to sell the store and keep it open - and has lowered his asking price considerably - but will have to close down if he is unable to sell it. Now is the time to spread the word if you know of anyone who would like to take over the shop. After almost 28 years it's an institution in Pasco County and I think we all share Lou's desire to see the store continue, even under different ownership.
- Bob
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Saturday at the Hut - 3/10/12
Let it be known to all men that I, Robert Harrison, did bring in to The Tobacco Hut on this day, Saturday, March 10, 2012, a new supply of Herr's Peanut Butter Pretzels. Joe K usually brings them in and I decided to do my part and replenish them. I normally would have no problem doing that, except that they can only be purchased in large quantities at Sam's Club. As many of you know, I am philosophically opposed to doing any business at Wal-Mart or its affiliate companies. So I asked my mother to pick some up the next time she went shopping there.
Today at the Hut we had Joe, Tom, Peter, and Paul O. Scott had intended on making his third appearance in a row, but had to cancel. I, for one, was disappointed as I was anticipating some questions from him regarding the brain teaser I posed in last week's blog (the 911 call). And he was bringing a very cool knife with him that he featured on a recent blog post of his. He did pledge to make the trek to New Port Richey next Saturday however.
When Tom arrived, he wasted no time delivering a message from Vic. Apparently Tom stopped in to the Red Barn Flea Market in Bradenton yesterday to sample some of Vic's nuts. Now you can see from the photo that Vic appears to be a little shorter than he normally is. I guess he liked getting around on his little scooter so much that he decided to have foot surgery again.
Anyway, Tom brought a couple messages from Vic. First was why Mike G wasn't down taking care of Vic's Nuts so he could convalesce properly? I know Mike really enjoyed covering Vic's Nut Sack - er Nut Shack - so I'm surprised that he hadn't hurried down from the mountains of Tennessee the moment he heard of Vic's troubles.
The other message Vic had was for me. He wanted to know where his shirts were for his current business venture. When Vic started on his nutty adventure, he wanted t-shirts designed and we talked about me doing them. And on September 8, 2011, I designed said shirt and e-mailed it to Vic for his approval. See below for the design. Unfortunately, my work was for naught as I never heard back from him.
No matter, because Tom also brought some nutty samples! And a couple of Vic's blue balls for Lou. And Tom even brought some bourbon for us to wash down the nuts with. Now Tom did warn us that the nuts were a tad spicy. Holy Tobasco! They went beyond spicy. They were downright flammable. Downing a shot of the bourbon was dangerous as the whole thing could have gone up in flames.
Lou tried one of them and had to race back to his refrigerator for a quart of milk to quench the fire. I went through a lot of Mountain Dew eating Vic's nuts. Joe didn't even try them. Paul took a handful and promptly spit them into the parking lot. Peter's reaction was the same. Tom, with his cast iron stomach, seemed to enjoy them though. Apparently the coating wasn't the standard fare, but one of Vic's creations.
Joe did sample one of Lou's blue balls, a chocolatey concoction surrounding a Macadamia nut. Joe reported it was being good, but very rich. Right before he went into diabetic shock.
As I mentioned, Tom brought some bourbon for us to sample. It was Elijah Craig 18-year single barrel, named after an 18th century Baptist preacher living in an area of Virginia that was later to become Kentucky. It is said that Elijah himself invented the process of aging whiskey in charred oak barrels, but that claim is apocryphal. Tom had talked about this bourbon on his previous visit and how much he liked it, once it had breathed a little. I guess I'll just stick to beer and wine, because even after a couple hours of "breathing" I couldn't get past the 94 proof. I accidentally spilled a bit on my shorts and it started to burn through the fabric.
Paul enjoyed it, as evidenced by how little was left in the bottle in the photo. It was full when Tom brought it in.
That's it for this week - see you next Saturday!
- Bob
Today at the Hut we had Joe, Tom, Peter, and Paul O. Scott had intended on making his third appearance in a row, but had to cancel. I, for one, was disappointed as I was anticipating some questions from him regarding the brain teaser I posed in last week's blog (the 911 call). And he was bringing a very cool knife with him that he featured on a recent blog post of his. He did pledge to make the trek to New Port Richey next Saturday however.
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| Vic serving up his roasted nuts. (Click to enlarge) |
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| Vic appearing to be disabled so he'll get more tips. (Click to enlarge) |
Anyway, Tom brought a couple messages from Vic. First was why Mike G wasn't down taking care of Vic's Nuts so he could convalesce properly? I know Mike really enjoyed covering Vic's Nut Sack - er Nut Shack - so I'm surprised that he hadn't hurried down from the mountains of Tennessee the moment he heard of Vic's troubles.
The other message Vic had was for me. He wanted to know where his shirts were for his current business venture. When Vic started on his nutty adventure, he wanted t-shirts designed and we talked about me doing them. And on September 8, 2011, I designed said shirt and e-mailed it to Vic for his approval. See below for the design. Unfortunately, my work was for naught as I never heard back from him.
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| The design I sent to Vic on September 8, 2011 (Click to enlarge) |
No matter, because Tom also brought some nutty samples! And a couple of Vic's blue balls for Lou. And Tom even brought some bourbon for us to wash down the nuts with. Now Tom did warn us that the nuts were a tad spicy. Holy Tobasco! They went beyond spicy. They were downright flammable. Downing a shot of the bourbon was dangerous as the whole thing could have gone up in flames.
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| Vic's nuts and Lou's blue balls. (Click to enlarge) |
Joe did sample one of Lou's blue balls, a chocolatey concoction surrounding a Macadamia nut. Joe reported it was being good, but very rich. Right before he went into diabetic shock.
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| What was left of the Elijah Craig 18 Year bourbon (Click to enlarge) |
Paul enjoyed it, as evidenced by how little was left in the bottle in the photo. It was full when Tom brought it in.
That's it for this week - see you next Saturday!
- Bob
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Saturday at the Hut - 3/3/12
Today was "Brain Teaser Day" at The Tobacco Hut! First, the attendees included Joe K, Scott R, Peter G, Paul O, Lou, and myself. And, as everyone likes to know what I was smoking in my pipe, it was Lou's own Baker Street in a David Jones sandblasted billiard. Pure delight!
Like I said, it was a day for brain teasers at the Hut. It actually started with my drive to the shop. I was listening to NPR's "Car Talk" program with Click & Clack, the Tappet Brothers. Each week they have a "puzzler" to solve. This week's had to do with splitting wood, which is a passion of Scott's. Scott also likes, funnily enough, brain teasers. So as soon as he arrived, I sprang it on him.
I won't go into the whole thing here as it is rather lengthy, but it has to do with a man helping his farmer neighbor cut some wood. The farmer was running a leather strap from the power takeoff of his Jeep to a circular saw and he asked the neighbor to fetch a large crowbar from the barn. The neighbor retrieved the crowbar and leaned it up against the Jeep's tailgate, and they commenced with the woodcutting.
After all the wood was cut and they were gathering everything up, the neighbor commented that they hadn't needed the crowbar after all. The farmer countered that indeed they had used the crowbar and, without it, they wouldn't have even started the job. What was the crowbar's purpose?
Joe and Lou immediately proclaimed that they didn't like brain teasers. Joe said that they made his head hurt. No worries, it was more for Scott anyway, and he immediately set to asking various questions to about the Jeep and how the crowbar was positioned. I gave him a clue that it was a crisp, autumn day. He asked some more questions about the weather. All the while, Joe and Lou were conversing about other things while Scott tried to figure it out.
Joe and Lou were showing mild interest, but not really trying to solve the problem as Scott was slowly closing in on the answer. All of a sudden, as if hit by lightning, Joe exclaimed, "Static electricity!" and solved the problem. Indeed, the crowbar acted as a ground to discharge the static electricity built up by the spinning leather band, since the Jeep itself was insulated by the rubber tires.
Very impressive, Joe! Your deductive powers are amazing!
Okay, before Scott reaches through the computer and hits me with a crowbar, it was actually he who did all the "heavy lifting" with the puzzle, asking the right questions and narrowing down the possibilities. Scott was the one who really solved the problem, but we had a good laugh as Joe claimed victory.
Scott presented us with a brain teaser of his own, involving a man who, like any other typical day, got up in the morning, got dressed, had breakfast, and headed off to work. However, halfway to work, he turned around and went home and killed his wife. What made him kill his wife? For not being interested in brain teasers, both Joe and Lou were peppering Scott with questions just as I was to try and figure it out. The questioning went for probably 45 minutes until we finally figured it out. I won't reveal the answer here. If you're really interested in solving it, you can ask Scott or me.
We talked briefly about the difference between brain teasers and riddles. Brain teasers are like what you just read and riddles are more like this: I have two coins that equal 50 cents, but one of them is not a nickel. How can that be? The answer: The other one is the nickel.
Finally, Scott posed another brain teaser: In an old west town a shot rang out and 53 bicycles fell. How did it happen? Paul, Lou and I asked some questions of Scott to try and figure it out. We asked if they were standing next to each other, domino style. Not necessarily. We asked if they had riders on them. No. I asked if they were standard, rideable bicycles and he said that they were not. Hmm...a tantalizing clue. "Did it have to be exactly 53?" "Yes." I asked if they were toy, or miniature bikes. No came the answer. Lou immediately piped up, "They were playing cards!" We fell silent and it hit us. My gosh, the man was right! Bicycle playing cards - the standard deck consisted of 52 cards. Someone was cheating with an extra ace and he got shot.
Outstanding Lou! Well done, sir!
Time out, I said. I don't think Bicycle playing cards have been around that long. Ever the stickler for these sorts of things, I don't think they were in use back in the Old West days. Well, it's still a good brain teaser. As talk moved to other things, I grabbed my iPhone and Googled it. Well, what do you know, Bicycle playing cards were introduced by the United States Playing Card Company in 1885. They were around back then!
Astute readers of this space will remember that last week Scott brought in a Beattie Jet Lighter for me to look at. He brought it in again today and I made him an offer on it. It's quite unique and even though it doesn't work, I still wanted to have it. Maybe I'll get it fixed somehow. Anyway, thank you Scott!
Finally, a parting brain teaser for Scott or anyone else who wants to try their hand at solving it. Here goes:
This was "borrowed" from a previous "Car Talk" show and since I know Joe never listens to NPR, he won't remember hearing it. Not sure about Scott or the rest of you, but have fun! A quick hint, it has nothing to do with triangulating his location from his cell phone. The dispatcher specifically asks him to do something, and it saves his life.
Until next week!
Like I said, it was a day for brain teasers at the Hut. It actually started with my drive to the shop. I was listening to NPR's "Car Talk" program with Click & Clack, the Tappet Brothers. Each week they have a "puzzler" to solve. This week's had to do with splitting wood, which is a passion of Scott's. Scott also likes, funnily enough, brain teasers. So as soon as he arrived, I sprang it on him.
I won't go into the whole thing here as it is rather lengthy, but it has to do with a man helping his farmer neighbor cut some wood. The farmer was running a leather strap from the power takeoff of his Jeep to a circular saw and he asked the neighbor to fetch a large crowbar from the barn. The neighbor retrieved the crowbar and leaned it up against the Jeep's tailgate, and they commenced with the woodcutting.
After all the wood was cut and they were gathering everything up, the neighbor commented that they hadn't needed the crowbar after all. The farmer countered that indeed they had used the crowbar and, without it, they wouldn't have even started the job. What was the crowbar's purpose?
Joe and Lou immediately proclaimed that they didn't like brain teasers. Joe said that they made his head hurt. No worries, it was more for Scott anyway, and he immediately set to asking various questions to about the Jeep and how the crowbar was positioned. I gave him a clue that it was a crisp, autumn day. He asked some more questions about the weather. All the while, Joe and Lou were conversing about other things while Scott tried to figure it out.
Joe and Lou were showing mild interest, but not really trying to solve the problem as Scott was slowly closing in on the answer. All of a sudden, as if hit by lightning, Joe exclaimed, "Static electricity!" and solved the problem. Indeed, the crowbar acted as a ground to discharge the static electricity built up by the spinning leather band, since the Jeep itself was insulated by the rubber tires.
Very impressive, Joe! Your deductive powers are amazing!
Okay, before Scott reaches through the computer and hits me with a crowbar, it was actually he who did all the "heavy lifting" with the puzzle, asking the right questions and narrowing down the possibilities. Scott was the one who really solved the problem, but we had a good laugh as Joe claimed victory.
Scott presented us with a brain teaser of his own, involving a man who, like any other typical day, got up in the morning, got dressed, had breakfast, and headed off to work. However, halfway to work, he turned around and went home and killed his wife. What made him kill his wife? For not being interested in brain teasers, both Joe and Lou were peppering Scott with questions just as I was to try and figure it out. The questioning went for probably 45 minutes until we finally figured it out. I won't reveal the answer here. If you're really interested in solving it, you can ask Scott or me.
We talked briefly about the difference between brain teasers and riddles. Brain teasers are like what you just read and riddles are more like this: I have two coins that equal 50 cents, but one of them is not a nickel. How can that be? The answer: The other one is the nickel.
Finally, Scott posed another brain teaser: In an old west town a shot rang out and 53 bicycles fell. How did it happen? Paul, Lou and I asked some questions of Scott to try and figure it out. We asked if they were standing next to each other, domino style. Not necessarily. We asked if they had riders on them. No. I asked if they were standard, rideable bicycles and he said that they were not. Hmm...a tantalizing clue. "Did it have to be exactly 53?" "Yes." I asked if they were toy, or miniature bikes. No came the answer. Lou immediately piped up, "They were playing cards!" We fell silent and it hit us. My gosh, the man was right! Bicycle playing cards - the standard deck consisted of 52 cards. Someone was cheating with an extra ace and he got shot.
Outstanding Lou! Well done, sir!
Time out, I said. I don't think Bicycle playing cards have been around that long. Ever the stickler for these sorts of things, I don't think they were in use back in the Old West days. Well, it's still a good brain teaser. As talk moved to other things, I grabbed my iPhone and Googled it. Well, what do you know, Bicycle playing cards were introduced by the United States Playing Card Company in 1885. They were around back then!
Astute readers of this space will remember that last week Scott brought in a Beattie Jet Lighter for me to look at. He brought it in again today and I made him an offer on it. It's quite unique and even though it doesn't work, I still wanted to have it. Maybe I'll get it fixed somehow. Anyway, thank you Scott!
Finally, a parting brain teaser for Scott or anyone else who wants to try their hand at solving it. Here goes:
An old guy is driving home. It's late at night. He's motoring down the highway and he's some considerable distance from home. Suddenly, he feels himself having a heart attack.
He says, "Oh my God. It's the big one." Thinking quickly, he takes the first available exit.
As luck would have it, he winds up in a residential neighborhood. It's very late at night. He pulls over to the side of the road behind some parked cars. He's fading fast, but he has the presence of mind to pull out his cell phone and call 911.
He says to the dispatcher, "I need help. I'm having a heart attack."
She says, "Where are you?"
"I don't know where I am."
"What exit did you take?"
"I don't remember."
"Were you going north or south or east or west?"
"I don't remember."
"Can you tell me what street you're on?"
"I'm in the middle of the block. I'm parked. I didn't see any street signs."
She says, "Start blowing your horn. Someone will come out of their house."
No one comes out. She then asks him to do one more thing. Minutes later, an ambulance is on its way there and saves his life.
What did she ask him to do?
This was "borrowed" from a previous "Car Talk" show and since I know Joe never listens to NPR, he won't remember hearing it. Not sure about Scott or the rest of you, but have fun! A quick hint, it has nothing to do with triangulating his location from his cell phone. The dispatcher specifically asks him to do something, and it saves his life.
Until next week!
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