Just my humble opinion, but if I was one of those mules having to pull that idiot around on that turn of the century schlock sled, I'd kick that dude square in the balls the first chance I got.
Jon,

LMAO!!
Hev, fantastic set of pictures!!
Now this is why I love those guys, keeping those old schlock sleds rolling! I was expecting that like a modern combine, it would be picking the ears off the stalk, but it's taking stalk and all! That means some labor-intensive work back in the barnyard. Notice it's a kid running the wagon- I wonder if that's a real source of pride. There's also a roller behind the cutter, which i guess flattens out the stub of the cut-stalk. I would have loved to have heard that thing in operation. Hell, I would have taken a turn on the wagon!
And to think a modern combine not only pulls the ears, but it peels them, strips the corn kernels and deposits them in a hopper, chops up the stalks, and strews them out into the field, with nothing left but a hopper of gold.
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Wayne, that was fascinating about the radiometer, I had one as a kid, and always believed that old saw about light pressure. The real impetus makes much better sense.
I also had, as a kid, a glass tube maybe 6 inches long that opened into an upright globe at each end the size of a large walnut, a closed system, with a red liquid of sufficient quantity to fill one of the globes maybe 2/3 full. When you wrapped your hand around one of the globes, the liquid (driven by heat?) would run to the other globe and 'boil' in place. If you switched hands and held the other globe, the liquid would reverse and 'boil' in the other globe. Pretty cool, though I never came to understand why.
I also have a slug of metal that, if you put it in a pyrex measuring cup and pour in boiling water, it would melt and you could stir it around. Add some cool water, and it would re-solidify and you could lift it right out.
I also have half a baby-food jar of mercury. Probably ought to take it somewhere. Heavier than hell!
Murph,
I don't even know a mule from a donkey from an ***
You're still better off than me, who doesn't know his *** from a hole in the ground.
My FIL has two mules, and though they're supposed to be more tractable on a long ride and more sure-footed on a slope, they are the most cussed stubborn ornery animals. I'll take a horse any day. The male, even though de-nutted, has a 'thing' for Leah's mare, they've become inseparable, and I can't walk her out of the barn without him hee-hawing like I stole his woman. It was the two mules that tore my plastic-taped fence down in the riding-ring we made for Leah. Bastards would NOT leave it alone. And it was the male mule that dropped my MIL and put her in the hospital. How Ray refrained from putting a bullet through it's skull that day is beyond me.
Mitch, you bring the Labatts, I'll help you drink it just so there's not so much to carry home. Only thinking of you. Hey Hev, do they allow alcohol on the premises?
Andre! Just south of the Mason-Dixon!
I wonder where Delmar's been. Hope it's not those wildfires again!