3 thoughts on ““Clunky, Anachronistic””

  1. Forget The Death of a Salesman. Let’s talk about that anti-capitalism angst-of-a-war-profiteer screed All My Sons.

    The whole premise is that the father in the story, the industrialist and war profiteer, manufactures radial aircraft engine cylinder heads, and the cylinder heads start coming out of the casting process with cracks in them. He gives out the order “weld!”, meaning to cover up the fault so he can ship the order, which in turn leads to the deaths of many sons of other fathers because of the defective cylinder heads, where his own son finds out about it and is wracked with guilt, and so on.

    Well into my adult life after having had to read that schlock in school, I took lessons and training for a pilot’s certificate, and with that I received a lot of mailings and soliciations, and among them, was a sample copy of Light Aircraft Maintenance. It turns out that welding is an accepted practice for repairing cracks in airplane engine cylinder heads.

    Don’t they instruct persons sitting on a jury that if a person is wrong in one thing, one can question their credibility in all things? ’nuff said.

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