Unrepairable

This morning, as usual, I staggered out of bed just after 6 am, padded to the kitchen, and flipped the switch on my Proctor-Silex coffee maker which I’ve had for almost twenty years, but it didn’t turn on.  Oh no!  I slapped it and shook it vigorously, but to no avail: the machine was definitely dead.

This coffee-maker has been totally reliable for so long that I was determined to fix it if I could, so I turned it over, hoping to be able to take it apart, wiggle the wire, and maybe figure out what was wrong.   Much to my surprise, this is what I saw:

Made in USA

Really, when was the last time you bought an appliance that was made in America?

Unfortunately, I also saw that the screws could not be taken out with any of the screw-drivers I own, so I would say that this appliance is unrepairable at this point.  I’m sure I’ll end up buying another one, but will I be able to find anything not made in China?  You’ve heard about people trying to only eat food grown within 100 miles of their homes, but there are also families who pledge not to buy anything made in China.  I don’t know which would be more difficult.

[Update on Feb 19:  Decided to buy an AeroPress coffee maker from Aerobie.  And guess what?  It’s made in the USA!]

[Update on Feb 25: Tried the new coffee maker for the first time, and it works as advertised.  Yay.]

[Update on Feb 26:  I wanted to mention that the Proctor-Silex coffee maker which served me so well and faithfully for so many years was given to me by my friend C-H, who donated it to me when he moved from Amherst to New Jersey.  Thank you again!]

Along the Charles River

I arrived in Cambridge around noon today to spend some time with a high school friend I hadn’t seen in years. Paulette and her husband Phil live across the continent in San Diego, but their daughter goes to college in Maryland, so they’ve been bi-coastal for the past few years.

Although it’s only April, it felt like an early summer day, with the day-time high reaching almost 90 degrees.  All the flowering trees had burst into bloom in the past week, and it seemed that every denizen of the city was out and about, enjoying the sunshine and warmth.

The three of us walked to the Western Avenue bridge and watched some of the collegiate crews racing on the Charles, then turned around and meandered along the riverbank, following Memorial Avenue toward its intersection with Mass Ave.

Just before we reached the Harvard Bridge, we turned into the MIT campus and headed toward Building 10, then north again toward Central Square. At the corner of Albany and Mass Ave is the MIT Museum, which we all agreed was worth stopping for. The Cambridge Science Festival, a 9-day event “showcasing Cambridge as an internationally recognized leader in science, technology, engineering, and math,” opened yesterday, so the Museum entrance fee was waived for today. The Museum includes the usual displays of historical artifacts and black-and-white photos of old-time geeks, but I was more interested in the exhibits featuring newer technologies. “Robots and Beyond” was one such; I also enjoyed “Holography: The Light Fantastic.” My favorite, however, was “Gestural Engineering: The Sculpture of Arthur Ganson.”

When we left the Museum, it was mid-afternoon, and I felt both hungry and thirsty, so we continued northward toward Central Square, where we decided to stop at Tavern in the Square, which turned out to be a good choice. Of course I had not set foot in Cambridge for years, and can’t pretend to know a thing about the best places to eat, but I liked this place: the food was tasty, the service courteous and efficient, and the atmosphere casual but not rowdy, even with all the flat-screen TVs tuned to sports channels. I also appreciated the fact that on the menu, vegetarian dishes were all flagged with a “V,” which I think is the restaurant’s public acknowledgment that they understand some of their patrons will choose not to eat meat.

After we had revived ourselves with food and drink, we continued strolling along the River toward Harvard Square, where we ended our walk at the University’s athletic complex.

Paulette and Phil urged me to stay overnight with them in the City, which I did, and I must say, this “Getaway Weekend” is one I’ll remember for a long time.  Below is a photo I took from their room on the top floor of the hotel.

View of Boston from Cambridge Courtyard Marriott

Boston Skyline from Cambridge Courtyard Marriott