Pages 13, 14, 15
This new and exciting form of communication created quite a scene in Detroit where the police department melted it down and used it.
A very smart man from New York City named Al Gross thought doctor’s at a Jewish hospital needed to be connected timelessly to their patients and created the first BeEp. The tube from this BeEp would never be disconnected from another American ever again.
When Mr. Motorola, from the Windy City, got ahold of Al’s idea, the number of BeEps grew tremendously, creating an ever increasing need for bits and bites of storage from the millions of tiny tubes.
Mr. Motorola thought there must be a way to attach all these tubes to the rest of the world and ran it through a newly created metal bowl turned towards the sky. The bits and bites created energy balls that bounced and bounced up into the sky without anyone knowing.
Pages 10, 11, 12
Ray’s message was funneled through a series of pipes and tubes, and wires until it was finally received by Dr. Martin Cooper at Motorola in Windy City.
Dr. Cooper was happy to receive Ray’s message and pushed as hard as he could on his new brick. The first time he tried he pushed the wrong spots. Dr. Cooper tried again and reached his rival at Bell Labs while walking the streets of New York City. Dr. Cooper laughed so hard his stomach and hand hurt as he crossed the busy street.
Dr. Cooper returned to the Windy City and passed his brick to Bob Barnett, who was sitting inside his convertible at Solidier Field. Bob called Alexander Graham Bell’s grandson in Germany and said “Guten Tag”.
Pages 6 and 7
A light turned on in Tom’s mind, and soon almost everyone’s happy home was filled with the sizzle of electricity. Soon afterwards his buddy Sam Morse starting tapping his fingers with joy.
Pages 5 and 6
Each person who read the book saw it’s meaning in a different way, especially Thomas Edison.
The Monk’s book became quite popular and many were made.
Pages 2 and 3
Wireless communication began after the fall of Rome when most people who knew how to read and write were Monks. A Mongolian emperor sent a homing pigeon with a written note and it landed on a Monk’s hand. The Monk read the message and placed it in a book.
Finally, a breakthrough. Thank you Gingerbread Latte and classical music on NPR. It’s not exactly my inner vision, but I like it. Had I known about this project when it first came out, the book would be different. But then, would I have felt the rush I feel now? No.
I did it! I finished the final page. Broke out the 2006 Door County Apple Wine to celebrate and it was tasty. Reminded me of Apflekorn. All I have to do now is trace the backsides and start the color. I don’t have enough time to add color to all 40 pages. My next problem solving task is to decide which pages get it, and which don’t.
I kinda strayed away from the book, but never fear, I have put more lines down. With Thanksgiving on it’s way, I’ve got some extra days to draw.
Went to PPI’s Bingolicious at The Garden Thursday night and had a great time. Spent most of today doing normal stuff, you know, like laundry, cleaning, stuff ya gotta do or have the place condemned.
Here’s where I’m at right now. The lead in to the future, and inevitable end of my book, “Science Projects Gone Wrong.”
Eleven days since last draw, yup, hit the wall.