back then (1968+) meant 8-track mostly, some 4T, and a few 'exotic' cassette players. One late spring afternoon, after having been 'out' most of the night, full day of school, warm late afternoon. music playing - John fell asleep in the middle of replacing a fried transistor and nodded off - actually I nodded *onto* my soldering iron and was awakend by the smell and the sizzle of a neat, surf-board shaped patch of skin being branded into my *forehead*. So I got to spend the next three weeks going to classes and explaining the tribal markings I'd given myself. Of course, over the years, I've grabbed my share of the stupid end of hot irons, including dropping one while I was working on the power supply of my [ob:classiccmp] PDP11/34. Cheers John PS: I was *not*, however, using Nassau solder. I was saving *that* for eBay... ;}