Windemere

        Over the weekend I finally had a couple of hours that I wasn't working and had caught up enough on things around the house to take on a new project. Getting the grill up and running. The grill was given to me last year from someone who'd bought a shiny new stainless grill and didn't have anything to do with the old dirty greasy one. With all of the other drama and business of the past year I never did get a chance to do anything with the grill last summer. I finally had both the time and energy to get this grill ready and at long last break out my barbecue tools.

        One of the big wind storms over the winter that toppled a tree in my yard also toppled the grill. This caused much internal mayhem within the inner workings of the grill. After getting things mostly cleaned up and taking an inventory I headed off to my friend Homer's for parts and pieces. In short, they had pretty much everything I needed and with an armful of grill repair stuff and a new propane tank I was ready to get started on the process of readying the grill to begin the journey of starting to grill. By the time I had everything together and cleaned up and ready to go it was too late in the day to start grilling. And secondly I really had nothing around worth grilling. Cheerios are pretty much still Cheerios no matter how you cook them.

        With the grill now ready to go, all that remained was to get something to grill and to dust off my grill tools. Despite the fact that I have only owned a grill since last summer and have not in fact actually had a chance to grill on it yet I have owned a set of barbecue tools for longer than I have owned my house or a grill to use them on. I have always been a proponent of having the best tools for a given job. I see no point in getting cheap or chincy tools to do work. Invariably any savings over having gone for the good tool is quickly erased and negated by the frustration and extra time it takes to do the job with the wrong equipment. I would always rather buy one expensive tool than to buy the same crappy 1/2 price items 3 times over.

        To this end, several years ago I found what is probably the finest set of grill tools I had ever seen. Most all barbecue and grilling stuff is absolute garbage. The handles are almost never long enough. Who wants to singe off arm hair reaching for the brats on the back of the grill? Invariably if they are long enough they are so flimsily made as to immediately bend or distort. Cheap plastic and chromium plating have no business whatsoever anywhere near a barbecue. Neither does sheet metal, rivets, spot welds or any other annoying shortcuts taken by nearly all of the barbecue tool sets available. The tool set I found was at Williams Sonoma and they were everything that good tools should be and nothing at all like the other crap I had seen previously.

        These tools are magnificent in every thoughtful detail. They are about 18" long and crafted of solid stainless steel with teakwood handles. Each piece weighs easily a pound and they are well balanced and solid. They feel absolutely solid and "right". The handles are generously sized and are unadorned. At the same time they are not clunky or overly large. They are nicely machined and gracefully curved. The grill cleaning tool has a replaceable brass brush and stainless brillo pad. They came in their own storage case with small velcro closures to hold the tools in place. There is no crappy molded plastic tray for these. The best part of all of this was perhaps the fact that these tools were on sale when I bought them. At the time I was living in an apartment that forbade grills of any kind, but I knew immediately that if ever I did have a house or a grill or became a champion traveling grill master that these would be my tools. W&S has since changed their grill tools slightly to a stainless and black composite plastic. While this is no doubt still a very fine set of tools I am even more pleased that I bought my set when I did and got the real wood handles (and a better price)

        While $70-100 is probably a lot to pay for a set of grilling tools that you'll use maybe a dozen times a year, how much would you be willing to pay not to have second degree burns or to not have your grill tongs fold dropping $30 worth of steak on the ground. How much would your guests be willing to pay not to have to taste charred arm hair and singed fingers in their flank steaks.

        I rest my case. Here's to many years to come of happy grilling here at Windemere.

        Normally I try to keep entries here in the realm of things at least peripherally related to home ownership and my trials and tribulations there in. This post has pretty much nothing at all to do with anything related to the house but is something that I am so proud of and just had to share.

        When not dealing with phones, parking, auditorium rentals, and capital projects at the museum I dive into the phone booth and put on the cape and boots and head over to my other job as a partner in Fisher Theatrical Last summer we had an amazing opportunity to provide lighting design and engineering for the Chevy Icon billboard in Times Square. This was a huge project for us even though we were only one of many companies with teams of people bringing different elements together.

        I had the good fortune to be involved in some of the programming elements of the job and spent a week on the 42nd floor of a hotel in Times Square last fall getting all of the bugs worked out of the control system so that our design team could do their work to light up the chevy icon billboard.

        One of the many elements we had to coordinate for this project was establishing a wireless communication link to the billboard in order to control the lights. We used a great product from Wireless Solutions to make this happen. Today they released a case study of our project that features commentary from yours truly. There is also a link for the full text of the case study which includes all of my long ramblings and lots of techno mumbo jumbo. I'm fairly astonished that they included all of this in the full case study. I can be long winded and entirely too nerdy at the best of times. It seems I was in rare form for this one.

        I'm thrilled with how the piece turned out and couldn't be more proud of everything we did to make this project happen. It is awesome to be able to point to something that we've done that people can recognize and understand. All too often our hard work goes into something behind the scenes that helps make a show but when we do our job correctly the effect is often so transparent that the audience may not even realize what it is that we've done or how much grueling effort went into that 5 minutes on stage.

        This weekend will probably live on for quite a while as one of the best weekends ever. For once, instead of a solid dockett of work and responsibilities I had almost entirely fun activities planned for the weekend. The best part of which was the Joint Services Airshow at Andrews Air Force Base on Saturday.

        To say that I was excited to go see this was an understatement. I went with my friend and her two sons aged 3 & 5. They are my for all intents and purposes my "nephews" and are at amazing ages that make it so fun to do stuff like this with them. Truth be told though, I was probably way more excited than even the two of them combined. If you've ever seen the Disney vacations commerical where the family is going to sleep the night before their big vacation I'm the little boy who says "I'm too excited to sleeeep."

        The weather on Saturday was absolutely perfect. Very few clouds, nice breezes, and temps in the low 70s. You park at Fedex field and go through a pretty intense security checkpoint before getting onto busses that take everyone over to the base. The boys were very excited about the buses, perhaps moreso than for the planes. The security lines were a bit long but the rest of the day proved to be worth the wait. We played the game "If you sit down the line will move faster", which totally worked. Every time the guys sat down it seemed like 30 seconds later we'd move forward. We also played "What do the wheels on the bus do?" Duh - They go round and round. David was particularly excited by both the wheels on the bus song and in getting to the ride the bus who's wheels were going round and round.

        Once at the airfield we were all blown away at how many aircraft were on display and how huge the event was. The airfield is probably close to a mile long and was just covered with every conceivable plane from huge C-5 transport planes to the B2 Bomber to the Stunt Bi-planes to the Blue Angels, to the Amazing F-22 Raptor. Not to mention there were in excess of 100,000 bazillion people there too. They had a bunch of the larger aircraft opened up to walk through and they had others where you could sit in the cockpit with a pilot and get your picture or ask questions.

        The Navy had a dive tank with a Navy Seal diver playing tick-tack-toe with a dry-erase marker. I am proud to report that Jeffrey beat the diver despite his occasional confusion at whether he was playing as x's or o's.

        I knew this was going to be a great photo opportunity so I rented a special super zoom lens so that I could get some close up shots on the planes and paratroopers. You can check out the pics here.

       The kids had a total blast. I had a blast seeing everything and got a kick out of seeing things through their eyes too. There was a great atmosphere of American pride surrouding the whole event. Whatever your position or views on war or the military this show was a great reminder of the value, and the cost, of some of the freedoms we often take for granted. How many other places in the world allow the general public to come trooping onto a military base to see all of the cool military hardware and to speak to the pilots and troops and see this amazing stuff up close.

        Last Tuesday I actually got home from work at a reasonable hour and still had the energy to do something other than flop down on the couch and become a zombie. I spent a productive couple of hours outside mowing the lawn, pruning some bushes, removing more of the ever invasive Ivy from the garage. Generally enjoying the fact that the weather was completely beautiful and that I was actually outside enjoying it. The sense of accomplishment of also having gotten some things cleaned up so that my back yard actually looks less like the wild kingdom and more like a city/suburban yard was nice too.

        On this rare and miraculous occasion the sun set before I had run out of energy for projects. I must have had an extra cup or three of coffee that day or something. I cleaned up and went inside to start on one of the many many many inside projects I still have on my list. I decided to finally put up a light fixture on the upper landing of the basement stairs. I've had the fixture for quite some time but just hadn't gotten around to getting things wired up etc. I did a quick inventory of what I had lying around and decided I needed a quick trip to my buddy Homer's for some supplies.

        No trip to home depot is ever quick and short. There are always exciting new things to see and often I'm standing in an aisle puzzling out how to solve some home improvement woe so these trips often take 45 mins to an hour. This particular trip was pretty quick. About 45 minutes later I pulled into the alley behind the house. As the headlights washed across the garage I noticed something odd. There was something in the garage that hadn't been there previously. After pulling into the driveway I got out and checked the garage and there was a huge pile of branches in my garage.

        There are few things as despicable as dumping your trash in someone elses house/garage/yard. The worst thing is how powerless you are once this crap has been dumped in your house/garage/yard. Whether it is branches, or tires, or toxic waste, or a dead hooker. It really doesn't matter. It is now your problem to deal with, clean up, dispose of, and or explain to the cops. I guess I could have picked up the branches and "paid it forward" and dumped them in one of my neighbors' back yards or something but that's even shittier than having stuff dumped in your yard.

        I have countless projects on my to do list at the house. Painting, cleaning, flooring, walls, counters, cabinets, the list goes on pretty much forever. One of the minor items on the list that has stayed pretty near the bottom of the list was to install some doors on my garage so that I can lock up some of the outdoor tools and things outside and I can stop dragging my lawnmower up and down the basement stairs every week to mow the grass. This project has been low on the list because it hasn't been that big a deal. Now that I have once again had to deal with a whole load of crap appearing in my garage thought this project became a top priority and I vowed to spend my memorial day weekend putting in some doors.

        Of course with my tendancies towards being a big dork I planned the whole thing out and drafted out every detail of the doors, took detailed measurements and did everything just shy of creating a 3-d rendered model of the whole thing in software before beginning my door project. Of course even with this anal retentive level of planning, all projects of this nature require at least 3 trips to the hardware store before they can be done.

        After coming up with the plans I knew I'd need some help to get this done so I prevailed upon poor old dad to come slave away in the hot hot sun for a day to help me haul away the trash and then fabricate my grand vision for new doors.

        Things went pretty smoothly with the whole construction process. Only one unplanned trip for some more 2x4s for framing out the doors and after many hours and only a few Advil later.

This is the part where the chorus of trumpets plays the regal fanfare. Ta Ta Ta Ta Tum De Dum Te De Dum etc etc.

Behold there were doors.

        For more photos of the process and the final results with paint etc check out the gallery here. Special thanks go out to my Dad for helping me out with this project. I'm sure it took far longer and was way more involved than he had planned for but he stuck it out to the end and was invaluable in helping me plan things out, fabricate the doors, and providing wheels for hauling around the trash and plywood plus a few key tools to get things cut and measured and built.

        I'm pretty thrilled at how everything turned out. I think the doors look great and will both help to keep people from dumping crap in my garage and will give me some much needed storage space for all the outdoor maintenance stuff I've accumulated in the past year.

        If these doors aren't a deterrant to the random acts of dumping all your unwanted crap at my house squad then my next step will be to build a moat and fill it with piranha, crocodile, alligators, or friggin' sharks with laser beams. Stay tuned for more on this developing story.