WHO ME ?


 AL JACOBS LADDER

In the beginning there was light, somewhat...finding the switch helped
and making sure Con Edison was paid...


JUST A  KID FROM BROOKLYN
I documented and approved every word of this website. Regrettably though you might not agree with me.  I am a consumer advocate, a food critiquer,  a political hound and story chaser, a photographer, pilot, corporate guru, business owner and at times a very antagonistic individual when I see things that are wrong.  But I tell it the way I see it and have been removed from some horrible restaurants.

I was born,  to a middle income family, schooled and raised in Brooklyn NY, (photo) on Montgomery Street in Crown Heights.  We were six blocks from Ebbets field and the Dodgers, Duke Snider, Carl Furillo, and Pee Wee Reese who lived down the street.  I also spent a few years in Montego Bay, Jamaica.  And traveled extensively over the globe courtesy of the military,  rearranging landscape with large bombs. 

I occasionally speak the Kings English, preferring Brooklyn based meta-phonetic syllabication (aka Street English, Brooklynise, Slang) and that explains my poor writing skills.  I’m really not a writer,  I am a story teller from Brooklyn.

I script, write, scribble, notate, alter, in my own patois which is a mixture of obnoxious statements embedded in extended run-on-sentences.   I make no excuses, my point is getting a point across.


READING MY SALVATION
My strength, is I am an avid reader, since kindergarten.  Reading to me was my  outlet to a new world.   Helped by a great librarian and friend at the Brooklyn library at Eastern Parkway and Schenectady Ave.   It was my home away from home and accelerated my reading and comprehending skills.  

The payoff, it allowed me to skip several grades and graduate high school two years early at just sixteen and two months.  

Off to schools of higher learning, for a couple years then the Military again as a way to get out of the neighborhood.  I developed two other passions cooking and eating at this time. My mother was a wonderful creative chef who never used a cook book.  I learned by watching.  I learned the business end of food working in a restaurant.  Both paid for school which was a paltry 8-12 dollars a credit.  Try that today.

Please visit   http://www.aljacobskitchen.com.  and on weekends I shot Weddings and eventually got into photography.  www.aljacobs.com to pay for school, but I found a greater education on the street.  School taught me how the world does things, the street taught me how I had to do things.


GOOD GENE POOL
No one can do it alone and I humbly thank a couple of strong very smart uncles, who pushed me even more.  I learned more on my own in the library, later on the web, in inquisitiveness and on the street and from a wonderful grandfather who spoke little English but a great mind.  

Grandpa kept it simple... “ Do good, gets good”. I was also blessed with a few great uncles, Jesse and Hy who taught me tough wins most of the time;  Morris taught me graphic arts, kindness, forgiving, and photography;  Eddie the inventor who taught me electronics and creativeness.  I had a good team since both parents had to work.


DO IT YOURSELF
But I am a follower of my own paths.  Later in my thirties, books I read about aviation came to fruition when I bought my first real airplane, a Piper.  I owned Cessna’s and Pipers as a Pilot In Command for 32 years... self taught, till they told me to get an instructor, I soloed in five hours, aced the exams and had my first license at 40 hours.

I have devoted and spent a good part, most of my life, working with charities and groups, building Military Memorials, to this day  salute those who served and those who paid the ultimate price of Freedom and have been lucky enough to mingle with some very patriotic good people I have had the pleasure of meeting, working with, teaching, training and survived.   

In school, the main subject I excelled in was truancy, my favorite hangouts while cutting class were all of the museums, The Museam of Natural History,  Modern Art,  the huge library in Manhattan, I visited all  the Zoos, from Prospect Park to the Bronx Zoo.  Ebbets Field, Home of the Dodgers five blocks from my house, the National Parks like the Statue of Liberty, and my home away from home the library.  

I lived in the library, Eastern Parkway at Schenectady, the truancy police never thought to find me there, it had great hiding spots behind staircases,  I did get caught once at the Museam of Art and was reported. 

College was better than high school because you were on your own, I manage better that way.  They tell me thats how I write, unmanageable.  GEORGE W. WINGATE HS which Is responsible for the skills I have today which I credit to my English teachers hatred of me.  She taught me to fight for whats right and she was wrong and in two instances I won.

 

THINGS THAT CHANGE WHEN YOU GROW UP

I hated Poetry, English class, my Teacher, and Shakespeare in that order.  She was talking Animal farm by Orwell and Lord of the Flies, and I had read it both two years prior.  Our Science teacher was another winner, a Bible Babbler pushing the Big Bang theory.   

Being a rebel I preferred reading Popular Science, Pop Mechanics, Aviation News, even Greggs Anatomy and Lord of the Rings by J. R. R. Tolkien first written in 1954.  

Blurting out, me bad, I slipped and referring to Shakespeare as “ Snake-sh*it”  put me on the snake-sh*t-list.  I did not make things easier... especially when I said,   “ Who cares, he was dead and good riddance”.  

Which led for her to scream “ Off to detention”.  My wise mouth retorted with “ Off with his head”.  I was thrown into detention so many times I thought they were going to get a directors chair with a my name on the back. 

She had no love for me.  She once commented to my parents, (at the annual mother-teacher day)   “ We as a family should move to France and Alan can study English as a foreign language”.  It was a good line but....

That was a declaration of war!  Rank on me but don’t ever speak against my parents...

For the end of term exam we had to read aloud to the class ( supposedly with emotion) any one page from anything Shakespeare wrote.   Part two was to compose a poem of your choice and something you experienced.  Great thought went into this one.  


REVENGE - THE BOOK REPORT:

I chose Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar and got in trouble reading a certain passage out loud.  Like Julius Caesar being offered a  relationship by Brutus on one occasion after returning from the wars and after he challenged Brutus’s loyalty.  In those days “ encounters were common”   

Brutus offered his oral services to prove his loyalty.  Our teacher wasn’t fond of Blow-Job Politics so common today.   OOOps, off to detention.  Got five stars in laughs from the class though.  Then before she could realize what was happening, I dedicated my first ever poem to her:

PART ONE

SHAKESPEARE DOTH NOT A GENIUS MAKE, 
FOR HE SPAKE IN TERMS REMINISCENT OF A FLAKE,
HIS METER, I FIND HURTS MY EARS, HIS STORIES I FIND, BRING ME TO TEARS, 

AND ALL THOSE MARKS OF SELECTIVE PUNCTUATION, BRING ME, ALAS NO RESERVATION,
MY RUN-ON SENTENCES PROVIDE ME WITH EXPRESSION,  I AM A STORY TELLER
NOT A CRITIQUER OF A USELESS HIGH-FLUTING FICTIONAL BORING,  BEST SELLER
AND YOUR CLASSES FRANKLY ARE QUITE BORING... 
THUS THE ABUNDANCE OF HIGH OCTAVE SNORING”

 

Before that I never wrote a line of prose in my life, but times change and there are times you step up to the pump... Truthfully, today I’m finding it, somewhat  interesting, and relaxing.  In fact I compare it to crossword puzzles, you are putting things together.   In fact later a couple years ago, reminiscing I expanded my origional poem with an update.


PART TWO

I WRITE AS I SPEAK, MY WORKS REFLECT WHAT I SEEK,
BE IT RELIGION, FOOD, OR POLITICAL, MY REPORTS CAN BE QUITE CRITICAL
I SEEK AND EMBELLISH THE UNCOUTH, WHEN SEEKING THE REALITY OF TRUTH,
THERE ARE SOME DOORS THAT I WILL HAVE TO SMASH OPEN, 
AND THE WORDS WILL APPEAR UNBROKEN,
FOR THE LIARS, CHEATERS AND CROOKS, BRINGING IT OUT IS MY QUEST,
AND WHEN IT BECOMES VERY REAL, FOR ME THAT IS THE BEST OF BEST
AND I WILL BRING IT FORTH TO THE TOP OF THE HEAP,
FEARING NO ONE, NO MAN, NO BEAST, NO CREEP...



REVENGE II - THE SCIENCE PROJECT
The second female bad encounter was the Earth Science teacher, I lived my life at the Museam of Natural History in NYC.  About  a forty minute train ride from Utica Ave and a Mecca of the Science of Evolution.  Not the story  I was getting from the pro Bible Babble teacher.  

She was an Adam and Eve,  snakes and ribs, the Big Bang Bullshit theory, and how the caveman killed off the  Dinosaurs.   When she turned her back I said to one of my sidekicks across the room, “ What a crock of shit”.  She heard me and I was off to detention.  Still no chair, I was disappointed.

I had spent many days in the Dinosaur area of the Museam of Natural History.  I literally wrote the tenth grade hooky thesis as a project on Darwin, Evolution, the Earths time line from days at the museam and asking enough questions to have the curator there who realized I had a passion for the Jurassic era,   “Ask if I would like to be a volunteer at 16 as a teen guide during the summer times in the Dinosaur exhibit”, of course I accepted, I even got a parental pass for the school to OK me to be there.  Needed in NY if under sixteen at that time.  

THE CHALLENGE
Well, they were discussing, I was listening.
So the Bible Babel teacher, the Dean of Boys, a neutral adult student and I had enough!  I asked permission to speak.  I said since this concerns me, I would like to defend myself.  They all weren’t ready for that, including my mother.  

I placed on the table my “ thesis”,  it was college level hand typed organized with pictures I took at the museam and time charts and did my abbreviated twenty minute explanation of truth about the: 
Triassic period: 250–200 million years ago, 
Jurassic period: 200–145 million years ago  
Cretaceous period: 145–65 million years ago  
Even today, Biblical Babelistic Bullshiters  push the falsehoods. Just think, how did man who has been on the earth
less that two million years  just happen to love Pterodactyl wings in hot sauce.  

Did the ice age keep the wings on ice?  I did an thirty minute standup class on dinosaurs.  The Dean was impressed, the Student Commissioner was impressed, my mother was impressed, my father smirked. He loved it.  The teacher didn’t say a word.   She didn’t return next year.


VINDICATION AND CONSEQUENCE:
The Dean said he would give thought to consequence, not for the information I shared, he had not seen anything like it and not about my right to an opinion.  But my rudeness,  I was right for his beliefs but the schools had no policies on creation so both sides had to be explained.  

My penitence, I had to apologize.  OK to get out of trouble, I apologized.   My absolution was to do my Dino-Thesis in all the science classes, at the school.  He stopped short of shipping me to other schools, but it had crossed his mind.  Truthfully, I loved my work and the kids liked it too.  Then I got into one-celled creatures and the real beginning of the earth

I liked detention! I always carried my kind of good book in my schoolbag and met several nice girls in detention, I received more education, more ways than one reading in detention.  Besides my science classes and shops, I learned more reading and life lessons in detention than in class or the street. 

My reading incorporated the works of JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings, Lord of the Flies, Brave New World,  Popular Mechanics, Thor Heyerdahl’s epic adventure Kon-Tiki, Fahrenheit 451, Popular Science, the  “Eight Wonders of the World”  travel series on the famous places in the world.  I searched anything, soft cover or hard about Aviation, the Military, Photography.  That was my world, my real world.

Michener was one of my favorite authors as he wrote episodic books, which translates through generations in one locale, sort of like Star Trek in differing temporal convergences in the spacetime continuum.  At twelve I had secured a book on Medicine from our pediatrician, and a copy of Greggs Anatomy, a couple of big books weighing more than me.  

Being in detention allowed me to read and learn at my pace.  Detention teachers were rotated so some were curious and interested in what I was reading.  Some had read what I had read and were conversational about those books.  And what was I doing in detention was learning faster than in class.   Instead of going to detention, I signed in and sneaked out to my favorite places the work shops.

I loved my shop classes, they taught me fundamentals of creativity, functuality, and turning ideas, from thoughts to products of metal and wood.   Traits I use even today and almost every day of my life.  I thought, designed, built, crafted, created, tools, devices and gadgets for the common good, and some questionable devices. 


BEGINNING TO END OF HIGH SCHOOL
George W. Wingate High School as a High School is now defunct.   It is now a conglomeration of comprehensive learning in the Prospect - Leffert’s Gardens neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York. It opened in 1956 and was closed down in June 2004 due to poor academic performance.  

It was the first racially correct  (that was the term)  50/50 black-white school in the United States.  I was in the first classes to graduate though my marks in English were only passing but not of merit.  I think if she failed me , she would get me back again.  Math, the sciences, shop, government and history studies, I did well.  

I am still a devout history nut but embarrassed by todays standards of education as history is not as relevant. Passing SAT tests by any means possible and turning out idiots is not my idea of education.  Politics have completely destroyed our school systems, we pay someone who puts a ball in a hoop but don’t pay the people who secure our children’s future. 


DECIMATED LEARNING THAT HAS GONE POLITICAL
A country less than two decades ago was first in the world in math and science and now we are 28th in the world.  I will always believe studying the past is relevant and the keys to the future.  
Obviously others have moved forward and we have moved back.  With Betsy DeVos and Donald T-Rump, we will relegate ourselves and our future of our acceptance of lies, corruption and to mental mediocrity unless you are rich.

Today, I have had as many as seven website/blogs, participate in two very small business’s even in retirement, and have learned to write computer code, can’t set my remote but could build a Nuke.  I carried a camera and notepad for better than 50 years.  I owned my own airplanes and I managed to fly 32 years, saved two planes while on fire, the passengers, and my buttocks on mechanical failures, and bouts with mother nature and learned one thing, self reliance.  

And have always said, “Have the right shoes for the path you choose, sometimes moccasins don’t cut it and you need boots, life can get very thick”, but the main point to remember regardless of your style in shoes, minefields are no place to tap dance.  


MASTER MACHINIST  -  IN METAL SHOP

As I mentioned, the wood and metal shops were my favorite classes. Electronics I learned on my own from a study group in the military who called it “  Bomb School”.  I called it Bang-Bang-Oooops sung to the tune of Richey Vallens  “La Bomba”

I remember the first tools I made at Wingate in the metal shop on my own and even today they still talk of the Jacobs Hubcap Remover, not sold in stores, available in Midnight Black and the Centennial version in silver powder coat only for $10.00 additional.  

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2018 LATE BREAKING NOTE:  Joey made a killing selling over 100 sets of  hubcaps,  till he snagged the caps from MM (Made Man) Joe “Broken Bones” Bonamachino’s Cadillac.  That was the last time we heard from or saw Joey but his MOM did receive a case of fine imported Italian sardines with a card from Mr. Bonamachino expressing his condolences at her loss. She said the sardines were “ salty”.

 

THE GADGET MEISTER


MARTY FORSCHER - 1921 - 2009
Martin Hubert Forscher was born in Manhattan on Nov. 25, 1921.  He died on Sept. 30, 2009 in Pittsfield, Mass. He was 87 and lived in Pittsfield. He is the Dean Emeritus of the Camera Repair and Innovation business. No doubt about that. 

His contributions to the industry are too much to mention in this humble venue.  I met him many decades ago as a delivery boy in NY and usually saw him once a year at the PMA. (see picture) 

Watching him work was a distinct honor and maybe with the addition of some input from my uncle’s Morris and Eddie caused me to become interested in taking things apart. 

The difference is he could put them back together.  Hopefully in my next life I will tackle that aspect of construction, sometimes I create destruction.

For more than 40 years, Mr. Forscher ran Professional Camera Repair Service in Midtown Manhattan. Founded in 1946, the shop was a Mecca for generations of camera owners, from the world’s most celebrated fashion, advertising and news photographers to wedding portraitists, threadbare students, bejeweled celebrities and anxious tourists.

In World War II, Mr. Forscher worked in Washington as a repairman for the Navy photographic unit run by the eminent photographer Edward Steichen. After the war, he opened Professional Camera Repair Service. Originally at 480 Lexington Avenue in Midtown, the shop was located for many years afterward at 37 west 47th Street.  Mr. Forscher had sold it to colleagues when he retired in 1987. In 2001 the shop went out of business.  With digital the repairs are more exchange rather than repair.

The Polaroid's he adapted for 35mm and medium format opened the eyes and the doors for professional photographers.  Just making it work with the NPC line of backs is more than you might think. It took fiber optics when few even knew what they were.  In this copy cat world, his approaches and ideas were out of the box and they worked.  

I was a bottom underling more of a sophisticated delivery boy but I soaked it all up.  I gained a lot of knowledge in those early days as a kid meeting with some of the great building blocks of the analog era of photography like Master Machinist Marty Forschner and the father of Nikon,  Mr. Joseph Ehrenreich. 

 

THE PLAYBOY CLUB FRANCHISE -  HOUSE SHOOTER


St.  PETERSBURG, FL  1981-1983 - MY BEST FUN JOB
After a brief two year stint as the house photographer at the franchised Playboy Club, in St. Petersburg,
I leaned more into Journalism, covering Politics and the Military, and my roots which were in Weddings, over 450.  That’s David Chan, he was one of the first on payroll shooters as the man for the Playboy magazine and later at one time Playboy had franchised clubs around the country, in various locations.

The girls were great, totally portrayed wrong at that time and would be considered saints in todays world.  Thats David Chan, Playboy’s first house photographer. 

I worked for the one in St. Petersburg Florida which was in a Hilton Hotel that folded. The funny part, almost hilarious, was when we were harassed by the City Commissioners and the fake Clergy who were some of our best secretive customers… I had to be very discreet.

I met with the owner referred by a friend...  again Divine intervention... he invited me back and I got the job. That was tough times locally downtown, when financially and unfortunately the club closed.   

Too bad it was a nice clean operation. Totally portrayed wrong to the public, nothing like the bible thumpers were saying.  In fact one of the heavy attackers of the club got arrested and did ten years for the money he stole from his churches. 

Head of the Southern Baptist Convention, I saw that as a sign, something about casting the first stone, that schmuck tried it, and the Lord dropped the boulder on his foot.  He did his prison time and went back to preaching and the idiots in his church forgave him so he screwed them again and got caught again.  On my consumer site, I go into more detail... about fake Evangelicals.


WARS AND STUFF LIKE THAT - THE MILITARY

And adding to my life cycle education, I got an “A “ in obscene verbiage, techniques, clearances, tactical and technical nukes, radar and confidentialities,  and gestures from the military,  I broadened my repertoire, and my ability to interact with weapons of destruction. ‘ The big ones’.  

Absolutely none of which helped me when I got out with the exception of understanding command and control, leading rather than following, organizational planning, and I’m darn good with a rifle, pistol and shotgun, not that I was in law enforcement full time, we all were on a response team, but it had to do with getting shot down.  

And those processes were good enough years later to enter competition,... I refer to it as my anti-creative side, understandable.  But I did in 1978 win my bullets in competition going to the state championships.  I shoot once a month at the range to stay in tune.  


OP-ED SOCIAL MEDIA - THE KILLER

Your phone can house games and emails and you can text till your fingers fall of and you can be part of a large club called Facebook or you can Twit your life away.   Actually, driving and twitting or texting at the same can take your life away and it has happened quite often and recently more often.   In fact it in 2017 replaced DUI as the major cause of accidents.  It was expressed as honk if you love Jesus!   Text if you wish an immediate audience !

And the Games you can excel in and brag to your friends, senseless idiots do that a lot.  It’s called waste. Just when your crowning achievement was shooting fifty guys with a 30-round clip, you get new levels to achieve. Tougher, you are challenged by a higher level. To accomplish what?  Bragging rights, self-indulgence, no wonder we are training a nation of idiots.  From first in the world in math and science to in 2015 28th plus and it’s worse now. Here are the results.

One of the biggest cross-national tests is the “Programme for International Student Assessment (PISA), which every three years measures reading ability, math and science literacy and other key skills among 15-year-olds in dozens of developed and developing countries. 

The most recent PISA results, from 2015, placed the US an unimpressive 38th out of 71 countries in math and 24th in science. Among the 35 members of the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development, which sponsors the PISA initiative, the US ranked 30th in math and 19th in science. It’s worse as the world develops quicker, not better in some places but quicker.

When kids in Kazakhstan are smarter than our kids I shudder.  And every day more and more of our kids are playing out these games in the streets with real shootings, car jacking’s, and gang violence. And that's just the top selling game.  Games imitate life with the shoot them ups, or war games, they are the most popular.

Sports, next year, like a broken record will restart and will again be a clean slate. Time to speculate and critique the teams looking for the edge and opinions. Reality shows aren’t real,  Hollywood gossip is either pre-programmed or an invasion of privacy like TMZ,  sitcoms are getting stupider, and soap operas exhibit a different life style. No one dresses or looks that good every day, and do these people ever work for a living?  


HISTORY REPEATS - SEE ROME and DIE:

It was simplistic truth, killing was a favored passion !  In the old days of the Roman version of PlayStation, or Gameboy, you bet on the Lions vs. or the Gladiators vs. the Christians. My money and 100% of those attending probably bet on the Lions.  

A truly great movie, "Gladiator" finds in the end, the leader needed pacification to control the masses.  Russell Crowe won many awards for his role in the Gladiator. A great movie and story...  Yes honor, bravery, revenge, love, loyalty, good looking gals, ambition, glory, are woven into the movie script. But the gladiatorial games were for keeping the masses entertained. 

In Roman times the games were big time entertainment. No HBO or Showtime. The plebeians ate it up.  It’s just like a T-Rump Rally, the plebeians, adore his lies and deceits.

But in the end Commodus had the right idea to keep the masses busy and distracted till he meets his end mano-un-mano in the gladiatorial ring with Maximus. Many will speculate that Commodus upon his death and the shape of the coliseum had a lot in common. It might of been responsible for the elliptical ring shaped device called the throne and the phrase “ He's in the "shitter now". That's why we call them Commodes.

And as history tells us like many of the empires, not just the Romans, many things come to an end. The Roman Empire was dying, it was not of the people anymore.  Sound familiar? So, we have all these distractions today.  A totally corrupt government and a totally insincere bigoted TV reality star as President.  The only problem, the scumbags are winning.

I HAVE BECOME AN APPLEHOLIC

In Aug. 2008 I went total MAC:  With 28 years doing IT as part of my job, working on computers, certified from DOS/WIN 2 to Vista an even 10.   I finally gave up on PCs. Thus my mantra is,  “PC RETIRED, MAC INSPIRED”. 

PROS:  I converted an entire business and lifestyle to a loaded three computer MAC network in two days, resulting in being ten times faster and more proficient not spending my time fixing things or workarounds. I run seven websites, two blogs and write storyline articles about everything daily and process what I shoot and dont spend my time on repairs, upgrades and viruses. CONS:  None.


A DOSE OF DIVINE GUIDANCE

I have for better than 56 closer to sixty years being, creating, owning, designing, and manufacturing, doing my own Photography as a store owner, lab owner, photojournalist and a writer.  It started for me when someone left a paper bag left sitting on a park bench in the Zoo area in NYCs Central Park.   

Today we would call the bomb squad.  I was fourteen, a junior, and was naturally, playing hooky from school.  I grabbed the bag after eyeing it for an hour, artfully dodging the truant officers who carried my picture in their wallets with the number one on the front.  

With no one claiming it, I stood on top of the park bench and yelled the sacred words "finders keepers".   

With the legalities out of the way, and running for my life using every back trail in Central park stumbling over a sleeping body here or there. Finally the subway and home...  

I had mischievously become the owner of an AIRES IIIL 35mm Rangefinder Camera, the first of the Japanese clones of a Leica.  It took nice pictures of the Dinosaurs at the Museum of Natural History in NYC, the Statue of Liberty and other sites when I played hooky and got caught.  

The camera saved my ass, showing that I was doing something to help my education got me off easier.   The hot film in those days was Verichrome....Plus-X in B&W more modern terms and flashbulbs.

Today after being involved in several photo operations, I design and manufacture much of my own gear like battery packs, flash cables, brackets and product shooting tables. Tearfully, the little Aires either got lost or I left it somewhere. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I NEVER STOPPED CHALLENGING

I still have the nasty habit of playing the Devil’s Advocate because without a challenge, the adverse or the consequence of things is never discussed with reality, you have to look at both sides today because one side is usually not real or as Kelly Conway, TRUMPS advisor called his actions an “ Alternative Reality”.  What a frickin stupid very ignorant comment from someone who needs a condom on her tongue due to the amount of crap spewing forth. 

Playing devil’s advocate since most of the story was not portrayed truthfully to the decision makers who had their own agenda.  Thus, it is easy to understand why my teachers hated me.  I took nothing for granted. 

NOTE:  Read The Silent War in LAO, on this site.  T-RUMP was not the first President to lie to the public though no one on this planet can out liar supremo him.  

So I write on various topics, do a lot of commercial photography and run a small business slide to digital conversion business.  I delight in building a line of hard working, industrial strength, inexpensive alternatives to the expensive battery packs and power supplies from other manufacturers.  I also build high speed digital converters for those slides laying in shoeboxes.

They work professionally, they look professional, no bags hanging from the rig looking like a drip feed from the hospital, quality DIN plugs and E-systems tested switches. Higher capacity, lower voltages to prevent “ Frying your gear".   They can operate alone or in conjunction in some cases with these other brands.  I have a minimalist and simplistic approach to the equation.  Less is more. Less things to go wrong and more power.  


   

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