While celebrating November birthdays and commiserating the end of the high-performance driving school season with Meg, Linda, and Paul, I spotted Paul's small refractor telescope, some sort of automated Meade. But when I tried to rack the focuser of the refractor, it didn't move, and something seemed to be sticking. I fiddled with it, for a bit, and got it going. He was happy.
It'd be fun to get together in the future and do some stargazing together.
Saturday, December 03, 2011
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