I'm convinced that socks and washing machines are the keys to either cross-dimensional or time travel. Perhaps when the washing machine hits 88RPM?
It's not that complicated.
It is a theory, and statement of fact made by one
Clifford Shaw of Edmonds, Washington USA. An old
codger by any sense of definition, but also a good
friend and mentor. His modeling skills, electronic ability, and
general common sense were always outspoken for
the benefit of others.
On one particular day I was visiting Cliff to get some
transmitter modifications straightened out. After a bit
of general banter we proceeded to dig into the transmitter
and disassemble a bit here and a bit there. Drill a few holes
and wire in some new switches. As we got around to
reassembling the all the bits, one of the key pieces turned up
missing... We looked all over the work bench, and then the floor.
However the bit was nowhere to be found.
Being the common sensed person he was, Cliff declared that
the "bit"was probably time traveling... And that this was a good
point to take a break and have lunch. During lunch, I expressed
my dismay regarding the missing bit of my transmitter. Cliff looked over
his plate, and reached for his drink to wash down a bit of sandwich.
He said, "It will be there when we go back." I must have looked a bit
puzzled, because Cliff smiled. This happens all the time. Especially with
small bits on the work bench. Car keys, the wallet... You put something
down and suddenly can't find it... It's Time Travel....
How's that? I asked...
Cliff continued, small things travel in time. You may have just had something
in your hand, set it down, and poof, it's gone. You look, and look, you expand
your search, and still can't find what you've lost. That's because it's traveling in time.
You can't find it, because it's not here anymore. The best thing to do is take a
deep breath relax and do something else till it decides to return, because it always
certain that you will find what you've lost, in the future...
And after lunch, we went back to the work bench, did a quick look round, and there
was the "bit", sitting plain as day... "Time Travel... ", I muttered...