Brian,

Wow... that is a loaded message.

David, the poli sci guy, my current business partner & son I used to 
take to work w/ me sorta the father-son work experience Boy Scout thing. 
trust me I never get any of this stuff right the first time or the last. 
So I had this project on 2nd Ave. at the Yiddish Theater where I had to 
meet this methadone addict ex-con (he had tried to kill somebody and 
been sent up to Sing Sing or whatever for a few years) on a particular 
corner every Friday cause he was the labor shop steward and I in due 
diligence to do what our company needed to be done (the good soldier) 
had to keep him happy with a white envelope. He sorta caught on that I 
was a decent scam, we paid our vig with a straight lip (no dumpsters for 
us)... his uncle owned the Coppa Cabana yada yada... he moonlighted as a 
record producer of nobody we got on our Ipods. He would call me on 
Sunday nights on my cell to tell me where we could score in the next 
histo presto gig in the Village. So a few years after changing my number 
I'm up in Harlem w/ my son tagalong going to visit a genuine upright 
Afro Am citizen capitalista who is a major property owner & hunter w/ 
bear and rhino heads on his wall -- a guy that in fact I really do want 
to know -- stuff like that and we get on the elevator and lo & behold my 
methead buddy gets on too and son gets to see Daddy at work. I got a 
personal policy against talkin on elevators. Leave the buildin before we 
say anything. Likewise, we will continue improving the process until we 
succeed.

As to your lime burn in Savannah we got this idea going of LPTW (Local 
Preservation Trades Workshop) and as a PTN member you can sport one w/ 
AIA creds if you fil out the paperwork (good for students ask Misha it 
is damned subversive but true), I'll help, and we can see to it that our 
progeny at least knows the life of cousins.

I'm game.

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Brian Robinson wrote:

>I tried to hydrate some of the burned shells that remained after the spurious rick burn I wrote about earlier. All I got was a pile of wet shells. My son was very disappointed with his dad's pathetic results. I appreciate all the comments and I hope to redeem myself in my son's eyes before he turns 13 and redemption becomes a lost cause. Maybe if we just shoot something in the yard.....? At least the failed demonstration was not my design. (Yeah, right dad,whatever...)
>
>Next quarter I plan on working with my students to construct several real, actual, honest to God wood ricks in which to burn oyster shells and we will continue improving the process until we succeed (or until the booze runs out). We will also construct a small brick lime kiln for comparison. Any assistance on design or either would be appreciated. Maybe we could make a party out of it and have y'all all down to burn stuff up. Savannah in the winter is very nice.
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>Brian
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