It started in Mt. Vernon

Sometimes when I'm trimming the yard, my mind spins as fast as the weed eater string.  A two stroke engine uses a delicate balance of air and fuel.  Correctly done, it runs and lasts a long time.  If the mixture is off, problems are obvious. Not enough air - and the fuel is too rich, and the engine bogs down.    Too much air - especially when the fuel level gets low, air bubbles are present.  The mix is too lean.  The last few moments of fuel cause the engine to rev up to its limits.  The sound and vibration is a little scary.      The first time this happens, it can be unnerving.   The only reason it doesn't destroy itself is the presence and remnants of the oil in the fuel. As my mind spins, I know it is capable of much.  Especially with the correct inputs.   My mind thrives on experiences, learning, being with other people, and the creative process.  At some point, age wins.  The inputs will get...