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-title: The Basement Window Non-Miss
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-It was as if the dark-side forces were really miffed that I had escaped
-the shame of shattering a very expensive picture widow in my last
-misadventure. They plotted to get even with me on a different occasion
-not too far in the future. Lori and I now lived in the homestead house
-on 29th avenue. My interest in rockets had not diminished. I still
-dabbled in both fireworks and rocketry. I was a bit more cautious about
-conducting tests, as least as far as trying to diminish the risk to
-human beings. But the risks to houses and windows was alas, still
-considerable, as you will soon see.
-
-My reputation as a firebug had grown within the circle of my
-acquaintances in the Ridgefield Ward. I now had a young protege whose
-name was Alex Zwingly. He was the 15-year-old son of good friends of
-ours in the ward. I was quite delighted to take him under my wing and
-teach him all the fascinating knowledge of the pyrotechnic arts I had
-acquired over the years. I suppose the best lesson I taught him was that
-the hobby is dangerous and perhaps not worth the consequences of the
-inevitable accidents.
-
-On this occasion, we had planned to do yet another static test firing of
-a black power rocket motor. I tried to be prepared for the unexpected. I
-constructed a blast shield of sorts, behind which Alex and I would stand
-as we ignited the rocket motor. The test stand was mounted on a table
-placed in the back yard, a good 30 yards from the East-facing side of
-the house. Our launch pad control center was located about 20 feet away
-from the test stand. This was where the shield was located. It consisted
-of a piece of plywood to which I had attached a piece of plexiglass. The
-plywood was mounted vertically, with the plexiglass on the top edge, so
-that Alex and I could view the test stand through the plexiglass window.
-Thus, we would be protected from any deadly bits of flying debris in the
-event that the motor over-pressured and exploded. Again, I was feeling a
-tad-bit overconfident that my high-tech blast shield would prevent all
-manner of consequences from any mishaps due to the test-firing. What
-could possibly go wrong??
-
-Well, Alex pressed the ignition button and the rocket roared into life.
-All went well for about 58 milliseconds. Then, there was a nice loud
-POW, followed by the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. The motor had
-indeed over-pressured, but it didn't exactly explode. Apparently, the
-clay nozzle of the rocket motor had been ejected out of the rocket motor
-tube, just like a cannon ball. I suppose it was a good example of the
-law of averages. All the incredible good luck I had had during past
-disasters had finally run out. The clay nozzle managed to sail all the
-way over to the house and took out one of the basement windows. At least
-it only broke one of the outer storm-window panes. The inner windowpane
-was still intact, so the damage wasn't so severe that the TV room in
-the basement was exposed to the elements. The window is still broken to
-this day, another testament to my lack of foresight. Who knew that I had
-constructed a mortar shell instead of a properly functioning rocket
-motor?? Oh, well.... Alex thought it was all great fun and excitement.
-He will have a great story to tell his grandchildren someday. At least,
-no one could say I was derelict in my efforts to protect life and limb.
-Our high-tech blast shield worked perfectly to keep us safe during the
-explosion.