Jefferson Martin

Jefferson Martin

Musings about old Volvos and the meaning of life.

Breakfast at Denny’s

Tomorrow morning I expect to slide myself backwards into a burnt orange-colored vinyl waiting-room-quality chair to begin engaging with oncology and hematology experts looking for the equivalent of a westward passage for this cancer trek I am saddled up for. This meeting will probably be limited to picking the particular poison that may do something,

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Aw, man! This is not good.

I am dutiful in my scheduled medical testing and, as such, I presented myself at the proper place and at the proper time last Friday for my scheduled blood testing with a smile on my face and a positive mental attitude. I have no fear of these tests at all and within mere minutes my

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Most Cars

This is one bit of logic that still has me wondering. Most Cars Pass or Fail. What happens to the ones that neither pass or fail? Do they just disappear?

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A Danger to the Instagram Community?

I fought the power and attraction for getting an Instagram account until this afternoon. Since my Facebook presence is totally limited to one or two old Volvo car restoration groups I somehow thought it was time to go ‘gram. The account startup process was easy enough and I was excited to be submitting my first

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Long Time Gone

I have been away from this blog for too long. I have been writing up technical documents that I have been putting off for months and a last big push to get things in order and filed where things need to be filed. I blame the siren call of the warm weather here in Philadelphia

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Captive no more

Just got back from a week with the family on North Captiva Island off the gulf coast of Florida. The good: semi-tropical vegetation growing from soil created by millions of years of seashells washing ashore and being sun-bleached to a brilliant pure white. The not-so-good: no paved roads, no cars, no stores to buy food

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Carboniferous Irony

I started the Weber charcoal grill this afternoon on North Captiva island in Florida to slow-smoke our spatchcock chicken. I grabbed a brew, sat down in the chair and looked up to realize the irony of cooking a descendant of a dinosaur on a grill which is powered by the very carbon the vegetation surrounding

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Office Space Silence

Spending a week on North Captiva in Florida with the family fully intending to enjoy this beautiful, bucolic place along with finishing some patent work which is long overdue. North Captiva has no paved roads and no real stores or shops to speak of. Just houses, and a ferry boat which operates every two hours

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Swans, Darts and Volvos

Years ago I played competitive English darts on the east coast. I drove my Volvo 145e from venue to venue and while I was barely good at the sport, I persevered. A number of English ex-pats competed in that league and brought some authentic, albeit unusual, language to the game. The go-to competition dart game

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X-Ray Shoes for Easter

Long before my long bones lit up a PET scan and changed the direction of my cancer journey, I was all too happy to have my feet ‘lit up’ by an X-ray machine installed in the Belk’s department store downtown in the nineteen fifties. I would step up onto the wooden platform of the machine

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