TFlan, What the hell. I've got a few minutes before I head out for a tournament. This isn't golf or computers, just my Collins war story:
I made a name for myself once, in the early eighties, by writting an SOP for the troubleshooting required to make a Collins ADC-101 operate. The piece of gear was a 1940's era frequency division multiplexer for transmitting voice and teletype from the ground to an airborne command post. My SOP had things like tickle the third knob from the left, tweek the second knob fromt he right, jiggle the white wire, pull out and slam back the fifth module, tap the light, and stop breathing. All in that specific order! ;-) The primary unit went totally tits-up once and had to be sent for repairs. It was couriered from Germany to London and taken to a pre-arranged location. A black sedan pulled up and two men wearing dark suits picked up the unit and put it in the trunk of the car. Three months later, the courier went to the same location in London and awaited the unit. The same black sedan pulled up and the same two men wearing dark suits opened the truk and lifted out a badly beat up box. The set it down in front of the courier, got back in the car, and drove away. To this day I don't know what that was all about but it sure kept us amused. Cub
