I had a production hiccup this week, when my workshop's sandblasting machine broke. It's wired directly into the wall, and nobody knows where its circuit breaker lives (given the convoluted layout of 3rd Ward's factory space, probably somewhere in Connecticut). I fixed it, using a Chinese-made switch that sparks when switched off and misspells the word "on." Confident in my technical ability, it was time to play catch-up.
This meant a day just for the Blitz lamps, which are still on a one- to two-week backorder. Not only am I trying to reduce or eliminate my customers' wait time, I'm making a separate stash for 3rd Ward's upcoming shop box in the Dekalb market. That meant blasting, polishing, and sealing 11 bombs at once - a personal best! This photo is all of them drying in the spray room, before the final coat of laquer. Looks a little like a photo from a Soviet manufacturing textbook.