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The Capacitor

This is a long story (at least relative to the points, if any, made).
It all started in December 2008. Deb, a friend and neighbor, told my wife that she and her family owned a Sony 36” flat screen television that they wanted to get rid of. Deb offered it us for free; all we had to do was pick it up. Our then current family television was a ten year old 32” Panasonic, so we were rather excited about the potential upgrade. We called them almost immediately to express our interest, and invited ourselves over that very same evening to take a look at the television.
As it turned out, while the Sony did indeed have a flat screen, it did not otherwise resemble the plasma and LCD televisions that are now popular. In fact, Deb and her family were getting rid of it so they could replace it with a new LCD television that would be easier to move. The Sony is a conventional CRT television, with a depth of about 26”, and it weighs 235 pounds. Nevertheless, it seemed that it would be an upgrade to our then current situation, so we said we would be happy to take it. In addition, my sister had just inquired about whether we had an extra television, as hers seemed to be on the fritz.
Picking up the television was quite a challenge. Two of my nephews, the boyfriend of one of my daughters, and me went over to Deb’s house on a cold Sunday in January. The two biggest of our group lifted the television from a dolly onto a hand truck, and we dragged the hand truck over snow covered grass around the back of the house to the driveway. Lifting the television from the hand truck into the back of the car was the most difficult aspect of the job. It required all four of us, and the presence of an awkwardly positioned small snow bank exacerbated the situation. Once home, the four of us put the television back onto the hand truck and wheeled it the side door ofto our house. From there, we maneuvered the television onto a quilt, and we were then able to drag the television where it needed to go.  
After a day or so, the “new” television assumed the location formerly inhabited by the older Panasonic, and the old television migrated to the dining room.  
Because the new television was so big, it sat on the floor. We did not have a suitable stand or other piece of furniture for the new television. I gave some thought to building something, and even came up with some preliminary design ideas. This project was put on hold indefinitely when my son Jake told us we would give us his 42” plasma television (he now has a projector, which he prefers). Around the same time my sister told us her television seemed to be working after all. So, after picking up the new plasma television, we had increased our television ownership quire dramatically.  
The new plasma television was also the inspiration for another home improvement project. After doing some research, it was quite clear that the new plasma television should be wall mounted on the same wall in front of which all the previous televisions had sat. It was also necessary to have a small bookcase underneath it, to conceal the plug, and to house a DVD player, DVDs, remotes, and related paraphernalia. And the time to do all this was limited, because we wanted everything done in time for the party we were having to celebrate and view the premier of The CollegeHumor Show.
I ordered and installed a wall mount, and then set about building a bookcase. Generally, things were going pretty well on the bookcase project. I was pleased with the design, and I was able to get all the materials at a reasonable price from Home Depot. I had nearly completed the bookcase before the weekend of the party. I had planned to cut the shelves on Saturday and start painting them (the primer dries in less than two hours, so the painting could have easily been completed on Saturday). There would then be relatively little to do on Sunday other than play soccer, bring the bookcase upstairs, and get ready for the party.
My table saw is pretty old. It’s a Craftsman, probably from the 1950s. It had originally belonged to my Uncle Jack, who gave it to my father, and my father gave it to me about 25 years ago, when my wife and I bought our first home. I don’t use the table saw that often, as I work full time in a profession where a table saw is not often useful. It has been great to have for various building projects (including the bookcase), and it had never broken down or otherwise given me trouble. So I was quite shocked and dismayed when the motor would not start when I wanted to cut the shelves. The motor hummed and the circuit breaker blew every time I tried to start it. Some Internet research led me to believe that the capacitor was the problem. I found a discussion thread in which someone mentioned he had replaced a capacitor in an old Craftsman table saw. Someone else in a different power tool forum mentioned that Grainger is the place to get capacitors. And I found another forum in which someone from Sears advised that the capacitor was not a separately replaceable item. The Sears parts Website was somewhat helpful, in that it had a diagram of the motor and some of the parts were still available (though not the capacitor). I even joined a power tool discussion forum to see if I could get any advice. I got little in the way of helpful advice when I posted my question, which was simply, “How does one replace the capacitor on a more than 50 year old Craftsman table saw?”
I realized that I would not be able to repair the table saw in time for the party, so I used a neighbor lady’s table saw to cut the bookshelves. But by then I was a day behind so the shelves were only primed when we had the party. Fortunately, no one noticed.
The next day I continued in my efforts to figure out how to repair the saw. Armed with the little knowledge I had, I proceeded to remove and dismantle the motor. When I opened up the motor I found the capacitor. I sent the specifications (161 MFD was printed on the old capacitor) and the size to customer service at Grainger, they advised on a replacement, I ordered it, and it was delivered within a day (using standard shipping). I also took the opportunity to replace one of the bearings as Sears still had that part available. After putting it back together, I was a little fearful about trying to start the saw. But it started right up, and it seemed to run better than I had remembered.

The Concert

Last night, my wife and I attended a Dave Matthews Band concert in Saratoga Springs, New York. We have made the trip to Saratoga Springs a number of times, because the Saratoga Performing Arts Center is a very nice place for a concert. The grounds are lovely, and, at least until this year, they did not serve alcohol. This year, there was a “beer garden” where people could go to drink. Of course, there have never been any restrictions on smoking (tobacco or whatever), other than a loosely enforced ban on smoking in the pavilion.

We wandered around a bit while the opening band was playing, and then headed to our seats while the crew was setting up for the main attraction. Our seats were the third and fourth seats from the aisle. Sitting in the fifth seat from the aisle was a man who could barely fit his body and legs into the rather small space allotted for his seat. Laura motioned that I should take the seat next to him, and she took the third seat from the aisle.

The aisle seat was taken shortly thereafter by a rather nondescript young man. Shortly before the Dave Matthews Band performance began, another young man took the third seat next to my wife. He appeared to have been drinking and he looked a little bit like the Eliot Stabler character from one of the versions of Law and Order.

The show started a little bit later. Shortly before the first song, images were projected on a wire mesh (which functioned as a screen) in front of the stage. Rather suddenly, the images stopped, the stage lights went on, and the band was visible through the wire mesh.

By this time everyone was standing. So the oversized guy next to me was not an issue. However, the Stabler look-alike next to my wife turned out be not such a good neighbor. He danced in a bit of a spastic manner (not unlike many of the other people who were dancing in front of their seats), but he wandered a bit from the area in front of his own seat, invading my wife’s space on occasion. He also simulated playing the drums while he danced, and his imaginary drum set was a rather complete one, as his arms were all over the place, often raised above his head drumming.

Another interesting dance style that I observed was one practiced by couples. A good and nearby example was the couple in front us and a bit to the left. After making out in their seats before the music started, the girl danced in front of the boy once the music started. I am told that this dance style is sometime referred to as “grinding.” This couple had a backpack with a bag protruding that apparently contained posters purchased at the concert, which was laying across their seats (behind them as they grinded away).

The Stabler look-alike seemed to come and go a couple of times, presumably for visits to the beer garden (and, perhaps, to the men’s room). His departure during Two Step was the most remarkable. This was one of the more well-received songs at the concert, it being a very popular and well-known song among fans of Dave Mathews. And the Stabler look-alike’s dancing seemed to rise to a new level, with his simulated drumming rivaling Carter’s performance on the stage. Then, very suddenly, in the middle of the song, the Stabler look-alike stopped his dancing and hurried off. This seemed a bit odd to me at the time, but I assumed he just had a sudden urge to urinate or vomit or both, and I was thankful he chose to satisfy those urges at a different location.

At the end of the song, grinding couple noticed that their backpack was missing. Fortunately, grinding couple had their wallets and cell phones on their persons. However, it turned out that grinding couple had spent $90 on posters, all of which were in the backpack. My wife mentioned the Stabler look-alike’s oddly sudden departure, and suspicion fell on him. Grinding couple seemed to almost blame my wife for not noticing what the Stabler look-alike was doing, though she could hardly have been expected to monitor their belongings while listening to and watching the performance.

Grinding couple appeared upset, unhappy, and agitated.

At this point I had a number of thoughts running through my head.

Part of me wondered why the Stabler look-alike would commit such a heinous crime. Or, if he was inclined toward criminal behavior, why not at least do something more profitable.

Part of me wanted to chastise grinding couple, and tell them if there was less grinding they would still have their backpack.

Part of me wanted to chastise grinding couple for spending $90 on posters.

Part of me wanted to take up a collection to reimburse grinding couple for their loss. I decided against this for the following reasons:

1. It was too noisy, so it would be impossible to adequately communicate to nearby concertgoers.

2. I decided their loss was not a $90 loss. The $90 loss was realized upon the expenditure of $90 for the posters. All they lost was a bunch of overpriced posters.

3. And, perhaps most importantly, after a while they returned to their grinding.