My life seems to have degenerated into a collection of batteries.
There are the little ones, the tiny ones, the big ones, the throw away
ones, the rechargeable ones, the ones that are weak, the ones that are strong,
the NiCad, the NiMh, the Lithium, the Lithium Ion, the Rechargeable
Alkalines, the Not Rechargeable Alkalines, not to mention the ones I never
buy anymore: the zincs.
There is the counting, the sorting, the measuring, the analysing, the
throwing away, the charging, the discharging, the reconditioning.
Not to mention the reading, the discussing, the arguing, the researching, etc.
If there was a time when a man's wealth could be measured in cattle, it is
becoming obvious that the latest criteria could well be batteries.
The tending, caring and feeding of all these little monsters could easily
consume the better part of one's life.
For how else is one to have a portable life style; where you can
communicate, navigate or pilot anywhere on the planet as long as your
batteries don't give out. For those of you connected to a good alternator,
this is not near as much of a problem. But everything I have has to be
independent of the boat.
Maybe, them's that live by the battery, will die by the battery?
Capt. Mike Maurice
Wilsonville, Near Portland Oregon
If there was a time when a man's wealth could be measured in cattle, it is
becoming obvious that the latest criteria could well be batteries.
No, it is remote controls <g>.
Steve
Steve Dubnoff
Nauticat 40 M/S, Pyxis, in Washington
sdubnoff@circlesys.com