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The Party of the Wooden GearA True StoryBy Dan Pridxe

Halloween 1999for Lynn*

The day started on a lazy Saturday in 1992 about noon with the late morning sun streamingthrough the 12 foot high windows of the kitchen, a view of San Francisco bay and all of silicon valley stretched out below. Mike Hren came down to make breakfast, shooting

pictures of the Mansionâs rooms and the panoramic view of Silicon valley stretched outbefore him. As breakfast cooked, he went out to test the barrel of wine we were brewing tosee if it was ready. It was a daily ritual. We all knew bottling time was getting close, but itwas Michaels call. He came back from the garage with a glass full of red wine and handedit to me and said "its ready, we bottle today"! Yahoo...party time on the mountaintop. Callswent out. Marcus Bryant was out but a message was left on his machine. Various others of

the Bank Bar regular crowd and miscellaneous girlfriends of Rays got the word.

A realtor came by to ask about the house. He was offered a glass of our wine but declined.He talked to Ray briefly and left. Things were heating up, and he probably decided that this

was not a good day to show the house.

After business, Ray and his date, a flaming red head, came down from the master suit andmade their entrance into the kitchen. Shawn and Reanncame down from the back of the complex and joined the

party. People were starting to come and go from thekitchen to the attached garage with increasing regularity.

The wine barrel was on the far side of the two-car garage.To get to it guests climbed past the metal working area of

the garage (nearest the kitchen), then climbed over variousflotsam and jetsam of household goods and tools and a 5foot mound of really odd wooden objects covered by a

large blue tarp. The wine barrel and the test batch bottleresided against the far wall from the kitchen.

Coming from the kitchen, [Garage Diagram] quests walkedright past the road hazard bomb sitting on the edge of theblue tarp covered mound. The thing looked really ugly.

Large 8ä spikes came from the center of the board in acrown of bristling nails. A second 2x4 with a rectangular hole bored through it was nailedto the bottom of the top board. Even in the weird stuff world of Rays garage it stood out.As I got drunker, I remember trying to turn it over so no one would impale themselves in

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their drunken stupor. Ray was quick to help turn it over, hiding the nails but exposing thechiseled rectangular hole in the bottom to my view.

The party moved to themaster suite. Michelle, Tony,and I were discussing sexual

escapades in the officesection of the suite. Ray

showed up. Seeming boredwith the conversation hesuddenly stated he was going

to smash an etched glassstorm lamp on the bookcasewhich I was admiring. It wasexquisite crystal and finely

etched. We all reacted with disbelief and he relented admitting he was "just kidding". Aftera few more sentences of conversation he suddenly pulled a wastebasket over to his feetand smashed the lamp to smithereens, glass particles flying back out of the basket. Our

jaws dropped in startled amazement and as we stared in disbelief he shrugged like he haddone some many other times, lifted his palms up and said "So I lied". Just then Mike Hren

showed up with his cameraand started shooting

pictures. Ray objected atthe first photo and then jumped at the camera

nearly knocking it out of hishand as he shot the second.

I laughed as I envisionedwhat that last shot must

have looked like with Raylunging at the camera justas the flash went off. At thetime I didn't even suspect

that the VanPac like box onthe desk might be the

reason.

Hren protested the action and started to ask questions, it was an expensive camera. (Photosof the office are missing according to Hren). Ray backed off. The party got more electric.He went to the bedroom, drawing everyone inside. He put on one of the dozen fir coats in

the closet, a twenty thousand dollar full length mink, and started mugging for the camera,an extravagant dance with Michelle helped to draw attention away from the office.

By three oâclock things were really rocking in the garage.Marcus arrived with a roar in his bright shiny new red

Corvette. He walked into the garage surveying thespectacle of drunks partying in the workshop and Hren

with his ever present camera clicking away. He took Hren'scamera and started shooting pictures himself. Ray threw hishead back with embarrassment... and looking at the ceilingwith an incredulous laugh he cried "Oh my fucking god Idon't believe this"... Marcus clicks the shot as Michelle

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another glass.

Michael and I give up on getting the barrelof wine bottled. J-Ray in his usual rare form

was keeping the party rolling, keepingeveryone in stitches. He starts dipping his

fingers in wine, and coloring our noses withthe wine. He laughs, saying how ridiculous

we will all look in the photos. Super-drunks.His fingers pass my nose twice ...painting

my nose with wine twice, ...before I react tothe third pass. He insists I hold still, and Istrangely comply. Hren and Shawn are

posed by J-Ray for a picture sitting on thewine barrel. Then, Marcus wants a picture

of J-Ray and I. Ray looks around for aprop, then with a laugh , throwing his headback, he changes his mind and picks up a

bat instead of the clipboard. With glee hesays ãOh yea lets use thisä. He pokes me

with the bat as he walks over to me and laughs saying ãburn baby burnä. Startled, I ask him"what the...", he mutters something about spitting burning metal, I say ãOh Niceä as

Marcus clicks the picture. Ray got it just right as usual, he looked like the yellow pages guyrunning down the street with a giant matchYears later I would see more in the Picturethan I wanted to. The camera flashes on the

metal working side of the garage as Hrenregains control of his camera.. Hren nearly

breaks his toe going toward the kitchen onthe oxyacetylene tank, we all laugh at themess of crazy stuff that's Rays workshop

and garage. (Pictures Missing). Hren stepsout into the driveway to snap a photo of the

mess, berating Ray for the messy garage."Jesus, Ray...When you gonna clean it up"

Hren says, pointing out that the house is for Sale and Realtors are coming by. We hadoffered to organize it to help him out, but he had strenuously objected and warned us off.Hren snaps a couple of photos of the mess. (photos missing, only photos of the far wall

survived [Garage Diagram]). Hren said later that he felt his room had been rifled several

times, ...he bought another lock...life in the party villa went on...The wine was a little rough, things started to getting blurry. Michael was walking around

like a mannequin, with an odd unchanging smile and look. Ray posed him against the wallalmost like he really was a mannequin. Ray dips his fingers into Michaels glass and paintshis own lips red laughing about how red they will look in the photo "OK take the photo

now" he says, holding his own bottle out of view. Later, thenext day, we revived an old household joke that the stuff really was ãshit on speedä. Ray moves Michael over to asitting position, one hand on each elbow as he maneuvershim. He kicks Michelle out of the picture. then swaps the

expensive vintage that he had been arrogantly drinking,with Hren's glass, telling Michael to hold up the bottle forthe photo. He complies. Ray holds his thumb like like anad as the flash goes off . I do think itâs the last time I will

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much greenwine again.Perhaps itsbetter towait. But

even so, theevening had a weird quality to it. Almostlike we were dancing to the tune. Dettling

was saying one outrageous thing afteranother. Oh, a photo ? He grabs a

washboard like a clipboard and a stick for abaton to emphasis he is the conductor of this orchestra.

Just after the ãpicture of the giant matchä, he mumbles to me about plane parts and if itâsoff by theeeeeese much he says as he squeezes his thumb and forefinger together with

delight. We all laugh again at a gruesome joke. Hesays a pin would survive the crash and when theydug up the engine they would find it, and wonderfor all eternity how it was done. He says it fast,

then shrugs with an animated smile and says sa lavie·I respond saying ..."you mean like the pin in

your desk drawer"...his face contorts with surprisedexpression....ohhhhh verrrrry gooood he says

melodically......Like I said, it was a strange evening,some of it emerges from the mist of memory of that

night as I write this (Jan 2001).

Later as Ray is leaning on the oxyacetylene tank,and I am standing near the blue tarp, I look downand see something strange and interesting. A large

wooden gear 18 inches in diameter made out of ablock of wood 5 inches thick·. weird·. cool·I pick itup, look at Ray and say ãwhatâs thisä·.he does notanswer, so I ask again, still no answer. He takes thegear from me, I stagger·. "well whatâs it do"·.. Raysmiles, reaches down, and picks up a serrated pieceof wood about two feet long. He places the serrate

against the wooden gear and says Îit turnsä. Ishrug, as usual Rays being cryptic, but I was toodrunk to challenge him again. I turned to talk to

Hren and Tony. Ray reaches down and tries to pull a wire off the gear. The wire is stiff, likea TV cable made of many twisted wires, and it wonât give. Apparently he thought it tooobvious. It is attached to an oval bronze metal plate on one of the gear teeth. It wonât

budge and he really starts to struggle. We all stop talking and look at him. He looks up atus. He starts to laugh wildly... crazily from a bent over position, and starts to pull on the

wire with great gusto and exaggerations. We are all in stitches again. Ray starts going reallyballistic with the wheel and the wire. He tosses the 30-pound gear into the air and pulls onthe wire several times. The 30 pound wooden gear slams into his shoulder, then again intohis head. Finally he looses his grip and the gear land on top of the blue tarp. Ray shrieks

hysterically and leaves the room with a statement throwing up his right hand into the air ashe walks towards the kitchen. Someone asks what he said and he answers but I don't hear.

"Wow, what a show that was"... I think as Dettling exits the garage...awesome. His energythrowing the gear into the air and jacking it back again with the wire approached a frenzy.The laughter dies down and the room goes silent in his absence. I take a slurp of wine andstagger a little. I look down with a "wow I wonder what else is down there" attitude...must


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be something else I can "get into". Isee a wooden dowel and wires

arrangement, two wires running eachside in grooves in the dowel down to aT. I push it over. There is a box with aback painted interior next to it. Sittingin the box is a square piece of wood

with a leaver. (See: About theswitch) I pick up the

wood...interesting...sort of....I playwith the long black leaver...Holdingthe wood square in both hands withthe lever pointed away from me I

push the lever back and forth betweenthe 3 positions....as I push it towardthe center, it goes boinggggg like theend of a swimming pool diving board

...way cool...I boing the lever several times before loosing interest... "Kinda like floor

wood" ...I toss it back into the cardboard box and wonder...why would you paint acardboard box ? I step back bumping into the oxyacetylene torch and stagger a little...as Ilook up Ray renters the room...again with great energy.

More mugging for the camera. Raycontinues to act like he has the bigsecret thatâs so awesome that noneof us could ever guess. So far few

have·..so far. And on thisHalloween at the end of the

century, somewhere right now, he is

probably out theresomewhere·mugging for the cameraagain?

Note: The Unabomber wooden gearwas part of a pickup bomb. The bombhad a false bottom with two struts, which supported the gear. The serrated wooden piece anchoredon a false top, which had a handle. When someone picks up on the false handle, the serrated pieceturns the gear as the false cover comes off, moving the metal plate to make a connection·. The gearwas featured in a PBS special on the Unabomber case that aired on the Missoula Montana stationshortly after Kaczynski's arrest. I have not seen the gear featured or mentioned in connection with

the case since. The road hazard bomb, also in the garage was similar to the Gary Wright bomb. 14of 17 bombs showed oxyacetylene welds and Kaczynski had no torch. The wooden switchpictured above was photographed among the remains of the Gelernter bomb in 1993 and isidentical in appearance to the switch which I handled. A black painted cardboard box was used inthe VanPac bombing of judge Robert Vance, a case prosecuted by a then unknown New YorkProsecutor named Louie Freeh.

*From the cupboard under the stairs :)

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