First…have any of you ever had to refresh the connection for your cell phone? Starting yesterday, my phone could not make or receive calls and, as it turned out, neither could my wonderful wife’s phone.
Doing a little investigating on the website of our carrier (as it turns out, the only one of the major cellular companies with a usable signal in our new neighborhood) I discovered that one can refresh the connection. That seems to have done the trick.
It is only when machines fail that they remind us how powerful they are.
As these pictures were taken this morning in front of one of our favorite breakfast spots it is apparent that the Maserati has been returned. The shop kept its word and only charged me for parts and labor for the thermostat and not for any gaskets, coolant or radiator hoses.
In addition, the shop does resto-modding, within reason. If someday I do, indeed, buy a 1967-68 Cadillac Eldorado or Studebaker Gran Turismo Hawk, this shop can do the work I would want. Although I know multiple shops in the area do such work, it is better–in my opinion–to do business with a known entity, especially one that has treated you fairly and with courtesy.
I am not a blind fan of Bill Maher. However, at times, he says something that resonates with me. How about this remark?
“If you stand up to the mob—for just a day or two—their shallow, impatient, immature, smartphone-driven gerbil minds will forget about it and go onto the next nothingburger and you—you will still have your cojones.”
This remark is about standing up to the idiocy of
woke, the cult followed by so many “shallow, impatient, immature, smartphone-driven gerbil minds.”
This article is titled, “I moved from New York to Arizona after falling in love with the state on vacation. The drivers are worse, but I was actually able to buy a home.” I heard of a similar story that happened to a friend of a friend. This person had lived in New Jersey his entire life. His daughter decided to attend college at Arizona State University in Tempe, part of the Phoenix metropolitan area.
He visited her on campus and said, “Fuck New Jersey. I’m never going back.” He didn’t; he had divorced his daughter’s mother years before and was able to move on his own timetable.
Relating to these experiences is this CNBC article that reports on the top ten fastest-growing hot spots for millionaires. Scottsdale, Arizona–a place with which I have some familiarity–ranked fifth in the world for growth in the population of millionaires from 2012 to 2022.
In 1970, the population of the entire metro Phoenix area was just under one million people. According to the 2020 census, that population had grown to 4.5 million. While, of course, that rapid increase creates difficulties, it is yet another of the countless examples that, when they can, people (and businesses) vote with their feet.
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You’ve reminded me that refreshing the phone connection is a thing. I used to do that regularly here in North Dakota before we had a larger number of service providers and cell towers. As a result of my job, I’ve had cell phones since the mid-1990s.
I do find it interesting that in your city in 2023 that lack of carrier connection is an issue, but it could simply be that the phone lost its way for a short time. 🙂
Thanks for the info, JS. Two of the three major cellular carriers have no usable signal in our new neighborhood. By luck, we have been customers of the one that does for a long time.
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