My lifelong friend Jeff Weigant passed away. He was a people person and was much loved by everyone who knew him. Jeff had artistic talent. One of his later endeavors was woodturning.
This splendid sample, a gift to me, I proudly display. A narrative, in Jeff’s words, follows:
Back Story Box Elder, part of the Maple Family. Red indicates insect damage, which most likely killed the tree. This is common in this tree, to a point. If you buy it in a retail environment, it’s expensive, in the top 10%. This wood is the first Diseased Box Elder I have found in the 4 years I have been turning.
I always tell people, “Find me wood I can use, and I will make you a bowl for free.” At the Green Farmers Market, there was this gal who had a farm. She and her husband split; he took the farm. She took over the organic Soap Tent as the owners headed off to military duty in Texas. Later, I heard she bought a piece of land in Cobb County—two acres along a railroad track, reasonably flat, with a basic house in need of repair. She can make the house her office and soap factory, and if she cuts down some trees, she has enough ground to farm as well.
She called me near Christmas. She had closed on the house and had a bunch of Bradford Pear trees to take down. She said they were big—dang. I’m a bit tired of Pear, but it’s cool wood after you sand it for what seems like two or three decades. The tree removal guy had her call me to tell me about this Elder find—not just Pear, so much the better! I promised my neighbor a Mexican lunch at the most traditional Mexican place in town to take his truck to Marietta and load up wood. Being a foodie, he had no problem with the plan.
So we got there, and it’s not all what we thought. The Bradford Pear had been dying for a while, and I’ve never seen pear with character, so OK, good. There were a few rotted, well-past-their-use-by-date chunks of Elder. Where was the rest of the tree? Turns out, the Tree Dude also knew what this was, took the best for himself, and forgot to tell Soap Girl. I’m not complaining… much.
Soap Girl got a free, better-than-average bowl of Box Elder with knot holes and bark inclusions. I did right by her, took the wood given to me, and did good by it too. And all of it found a very good home.
There are many similar of Jeff’s creations to admire at this archive. All of his works have since been dispersed to far flung places but the archive collection provides insight into his skillful ability, understanding of trees and way with people.
At the breakfast counter with my back turned I hear the artificial voice “starting scheduled cleaning” as the machine comes to life at its base station ramp. Pausing to get its bearings it rumples off across the tile floor on a mission: Monday 0900 – mop the master bath. I watch intently as the (new to me) Roborock disappears from line of sight but using the app I can resume tracking and even get live video feed. With sensors and intelligence it can navigate on its own and doesn’t need me to nanny but it’s just so interesting to watch this marvel.
Setup
I spent the better part of a day learning and tinkering. The robot and its dock are fairly intuitive. There are two controls; one for to press to return home and the other a ‘play’ button to power on/off, pause, resume. One can issue commands by voice directed at the robot: “Hello Rocky”. The app is the more nuanced and has the steeper learning curve. Here is where you manage maps, set routines, and create schedules. You can really drill down and specify pre-set levels of clean e.g. vacuum balanced, turbo, custom. mop water low, medium, high or custom. This allows you to specify what you want based on the type of surface; tile, carpet, or hardwood. I find that water dispense rate low is ideal for hardwood and high is okay for tile but you get the idea. If you want, you can let the robot decide by choosing SmartPlan. There are menus and sub-menus within the app and a bit of a time sponge to the extent you’d like it to be.
Initially you will want Settings>Manage Maps>Create a Map. The obvious place to begin is the first floor or where ever the Dock is. Send the machine off on a map only survey. The AI is fairly good at identifying rooms with open door access. Later you can use the app to modify rooms, rename, divide or merge rooms. You can even name furniture that is identified but I don’t see the point in that but with a room named it is easier to send Robrock on specific jobs, spill cleanups.
You will want to give the machine small tasks one by one (as opposed to entire house) to allow the unit to return to the dock. The dock has fresh water supply, the clean mops function, and automatically extracts the dirt from the onboard bin. This container is slightly larger than a DustBuster but way smaller than a traditional vacuum cleaner so it fills quickly. The onboard water reservoir and waste tank is good for ~250 sq ft. between service.
small-ish dust bin and washable filter
These tanks can only be filled | pumped out by the dock but the dust bin can be removed manually. The first time you tackle a room you will want to frequent the dock. In my case various rooms had not been cleaned for awhile and were overdue. This means that the robot will be put through its paces first go. Consider manually dumping the dust collector at 10 min intervals as mine filled with fibers and hair to the extent that the base station had a rough time emptying as advertised. My feeling is that following the first clean subsequent jobs will have less and less heavy soil / fur balls and thus less chance of overload.
The AI is very good at avoiding obstacles. Rarely does it collide with or bump into things. Even delicate object de art placements or personal items strewn about are left unmolested. However, I did have to “rescue” the robot a couple of times when it tangled with lamp electrical cords. You don’t have to hide these but I found that strategic arrangement or bundling will avoid that replay.
The dock is downstairs so I hand carried the robot upstairs for mapping and then a clean. It recognized the top of the stairs when set in motion and didn’t fall off the cliff. But, after it finished I created a no-go zone at steps ledge for peace of mind.
While auto probing that first step my heart leapt as it careened toward disaster but it hit the brakes last moment on edge of the precipice. Not my idea of a fun thrill.
Now that rooms are mapped and routines scheduled I expect to be less hands on. I did notice thread like material spindled onto the brush rotors. Fortunately it’s a minor task to flip it upside down and remove them. A pen knife with care can remove and clear the rotor bearings. It all snaps back into place after maintenance. No other tools required.
Verdict
Clean! The Robotrock is excellent. I ask it to clean the kitchen nightly. No more random crumbs under summertime bare feet. Less traveled areas; once per week. Roborock will have something to do everyday in rotation. My garage (painted floor) has been mapped and Roborock rolled beneath cars and all. Very tidy now.
Howard Kress (1929-2001) was a dark figure in the family story as word had been passed down that there had been some sort of conflict or major falling out. The what, why, and wherefor was vague other than something about insensitivity, an insult, or spousal rivalry.
Without an accounting for the fracas between family members we can only speculate. As we know brother, sister, and mother, father never made amends as sides were drawn. The feud persisted for the remainder of their natural lives. Nephews and nieces did not reach out nor he to them out.
Howard Kress was twice married. His first wife, Essie, was well liked by family. After they divorced in 1963 the family continued their bond with Essie. Then Howard Kress married Dee Quinlan.
But this is when the blow-up happened. Possibly this was the proverbial last straw in a chain of prior resentments? Delores Quinlan was Catholic and the family she was marrying into was Jewish. Mixed marriages are common now but could this have been part of the tension?
Howard Kress was devoted and supportive of his 2nd wife. He was accepting of Dee’s faith as evidenced in an obituary published:
Howard Kress was seldom mentioned by his original family, possibly out of some regrettable moment or out of chagrin for lack of remorse or for having failed to make things right. Howard and Dee Kress lived happy full lives, in spite of the big fuss.
Customer complains that when the unit is not running a musty smell permeates the area in the vicinity of the main return air vent. The odor is strong from behind the vent filter. With the blower fan in start up, a good sneeze is a common coincidence.
The AC evaporator coil is deep within the unit and is the likely source. Continuous moisture from normal condensation drips down onto the shallow floor of the coil box compartment where it drains away by gravity. Check here first to be sure that this drain isn’t blocked. Remove the access panel for a look see.
In this situation that precursory peak revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Residual amount of collected condensate was very clean and the coil, unremarkable externally.
The other side, top, and bottom of the evaporator box is sealed and access from the ends blocked by the blower [box] unit and plenum [box] chamber.
Plenum Air Box
Removing one of the [plenum] return air ducts reveals an inside look. At the top are two more return air duct ports. The box is lined with sound absorbing insulation. To the right of the image is a glimpse of the lower corner of one side of the evaporator.
This temporary access portal is just large enough to stick hand/arm into.
I angled a camera just so for the money to find a smoking gun.
insider look at the coil
The black junk found adhering can’t be good.
The coil is a heat exchanger with delicate aluminum fins doing the transfer. A combination of cleansing solution and brush work will remove the crud but care is needed. Brush strokes must be vertical (in the direction of the fins) as any lateral force will bend and deform them. If carried to the extreme they will lay down against the adjacent ones blocking their narrow air passages shut.
Note the far end. That is not an error of perspective. The two coil slabs are “V” shaped so space becomes confined and you mustn’t do damage with that brush motion.
Most people select from commercially available concentrate cleaner or you might make your own using readily available household items.
2 parts vinegar, 1 part water, 4 table spoons of liquid detergent (e.g. Dawn) for some foaming cling. Optional: a dollop of hydrogen peroxide (3% solution) to enhances antimicrobial action. Be cautious about brewing up anything toxic. For example, vinegar mixed with bleach = chlorine gas. Skull and Crossbones.
Use a pressure pump bottle with wand to spray. Let sit for 10 minutes. Brush gently. Repeat. Give that padding mat in the plenum a coating as well. Use a wet vac over the pad to remove excess. Run the HVAC (or fan only mode) to assist in the drying.
The heavy mold stuff is 20 years of neglect but hopefully the chemical will kill it. Now for the sniff test.
Atlantic Coast Airlines(DH) has split from its original holding company in Fresno and from the route map archived below you can see that the fleet still wears the first generation UEX livery. New is the De Havilland Dash 8 and BAe Jetstream 41 to fulfill expansion opportunities afforded by marketing partner United Airlines.
Atlantic Coast Airlines Route Map – in full resolution here
In a reluctant concession the Dash-8 aircraft (and pilots) were transferred from United’s storied Air Wisconsin Airlines (DX) affiliate and with them came baggage.
Air Wisconsin another United code-share, as the story goes, had used precious CASH to acquire its fleet of British Aerospace ATPs and with an economic downturn had become strapped for operating capital. United stepped in and acquired the company. Far from being a rescue United was most keen on retaining [DX] Chicago O’Hare gates, the crown jewel. Air Wisconsin’s BAe 146-300 jet fleet was promptly spun off and the other half of that group (Dash 8 fleet) in divestiture, came to ACA.
Welcome to ACA. Disgruntled and militant flight crews having felt that they’d been hosed by United were not happy to have involuntarily landed at Atlantic Coast. Nor were they well received by the original pilots at ACA as their respective seniority would be diluted. Expense to operate the Dash-8 was not a complimentary fit for the company. It could only sub a redundant mission bracket with the EMB-120 currently on property.
Seniority is everything for an airline pilot. Those higher on the list benefit from better pay and quality of life. A seniority number determines which aircraft and routes you choose to fly and whether you are a Captain or a co-pilot. This list is set in stone with a simple ranking by date of hire — unless there’s a merger/acquisition. Imagine the ensuing fairness battle that takes place when administering the combination of two lists. Hint: ain’t nobody happy
In short order ACA was upon shaky ground and was about to miss payroll. British Aerospace plc with deep pockets appeared in the hour of need. By shotgun, BAe would take both the De Havilland and Brasilia fleets in disposal trade while ACA would submit to becoming the USA launch customer for their new BAe Jetstream 4100 aircraft. The leasing and capital infusion setup was a lifeline.
The flight crews were not pleased. Blithely ignorant as to the why (it came out eventually) they considered the fleet consolidation to be a rational decision I suppose. The transition from Dash-8 and Brasilia to J41 was not perceived in best case a lateral move but rather an equipment downgrade.
Mid-Life
In 1997, a crisis of sorts: Atlantic Airlines wanted to rid itself of the unloved obsolete prop-planes to fly the latest in the new to the industry 50 passenger seat jets.
Costs spread across 19 and 29 seat aircraft were increasingly disadvantageous. Regional Jets from Bombardier and Embraer where coming online and code-share managements were convinced that passengers would adopt them and readily buy flight tickets. One problem; the pilots at United Airlines were deadest against and union contracts gave them leverage to put the brakes on. Regional pilots had zero say. The UAL pilots were (rightfully) concerned about agency and they saw these smaller jets as the proverbial camel’s nose under the tent. Eventually concessions would take place but even so it wasn’t cart blanche for the regional partners.
Eager with anticipation and perhaps to pressure United, ACA jumped the gun went forward anyway and placed an order for 12 jets. A green light from United was not immediate. Nevertheless delivered aircraft arrived with the early ones painted in an ACA color scheme – not United’s — in a statement that ACA was determined to operate the planes regardless.
The original White fuselages had dk. blue underbelly. Clever really, all they had to do was respray the top half.
The new jets were not sidelined for long. With alleviated discord, these aircraft were repainted with the United Express logo and everyone carried on. Everybody was upbeat. At the end of the day Atlantic Coast Airlines would operate 87 RJs, an all jet fleet system wide.
But in hindsight; Oh the passengers… These small jets too were seen as cramped and uncomfortable. Like the propeller driven craft that they replaced they were only tolerated, just. Most preferred flying the mainline jets.
Final Hours
Following the September 11 attack and economic downturn UAL was facing financial struggles. All of ACA income was dependent upon the health and welfare of its parent but there wasn’t much hand-wringing circa 2002 about United’s fate. Everyone understood the bankruptcy process to be requisite formality from which United would emerge whole. In fact, when the ACA team confidently went forth to renegotiate their revenue agreement they fully anticipated to be handed a better deal i.e. with more mainline flying route discards.
Regional carriers operate under capacity purchase agreements, where United paid fixed and performance-based fees and covered costs like fuel and landing fees, while managing sales pricing, revenue, and loyalty programs.
This did not happen. United bluntly dashed their high hopes and sent them home for reflection. United wasn’t doing direct negotiations. It was turned over to a faceless 3rd party hired solely to cut costs to the bone. Fees being paid to regional feeders would be severely curtailed.
With diligence ACA leadership came to the realization (they said) that United’s new deal would bleed out company profits and lead to ruin. There was an alternative — Divorce. Management’s thinly disguised ambitions eluded to in the 1997 deployment of the CRJ program was a clue. With bravado and audacity they believed they could go it alone. ACA amassed their multi year profits into a war chest which they would deploy against their former partner. They believed that as a discount airline they could compete on United’s turf.
Such a plan would be a risky venture. Privately, the rank and file felt such a dissolution to be a suicide move. But on many high hopes a plan was hatched. Atlantic Coast Airline dba United Express bet the farm gave notice. The 15 year partnership legacy and logo would be cast away and the company re-invented and rebranded, fittingly, as Independence Air.
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Our Brody family lived in Ward 2 of Youngstown Ohio, according to the Census and the house number is 36 Hine St. The family had recently arrived from the old country and settled into this space full of hope and promise. Youngstown was an industrial powerhouse in its day.
Not the grandest of locations, there had to have been great smoke and noise pollution with the major railroad exchange and the Republic iron and Steel Company just 2 blocks over. I can’t imagine that there was any bathing in the Mahoning.
This neighborhood is long gone. In 2025 satellite imagery the transformation is evident. The mill works on river’s edge was decimated as the Great Depression precipitated a Rust Belt. Most of the train tracks and all of the row houses have returned to earth.
The 1920 Federal Census shows the Brody family moving North of it all into new surroundings: 227 Fairgreen Lane. Progression. There Arthur Brody and wife Ida shared a duplex with sister Laura Brody Harrison & Max Harrison adjacent. Anna Brody Robins & Sam Robins lived on the other side of the street (231?) and Jacob Brody & wife Jennie obliquely across at the corner. The street view in 2025 depicts an vacant lot where the house once stood. I’m sure the Brody residence was a near copy of the [green] duplex dwelling in the street view next door to the now empty lot.
Even grander, in 1928 the Arthur Brody family moved to a home of their own up on the hill by a few blocks but still near. From meager beginnings in an industrial zone to a warm happy family enclave they’ve done well.
Eventually, Youngstown, for the offspring, was but a memory as surroundings and new opportunities beckoned as we too can visually imagine some of the memory in Youngstown.
Source: Windows Letters to Ayla by Jean Zipp 2014 pg. 7-8 (Memoir)
The name is all that we had. The only intel passed down from 1st generation to the 2nd was this name and that as Fannie M’s first husband he had sired a child and then shortly thereafter became no longer relevant. The parents had divorced early without scuttlebutt.
We will never know the full back story; for everyone with firsthand knowledge has passed on. Family who with meaningful curiosity that asked about their grandfather were either stymied or didn’t press the issue. All had lived happily thereafter with an adoptive loving father/grandfather but as for Abraham Hellman we, in the moment, want to know more. Genealogically speaking, who was this man, our flesh and blood and what happened to him?
Other than his name, the spelling of which isn’t certain, we can surmise that he was of similar age and background as Fannie. Our Nannie Fann (1900-1986) immigrated from the Russian Empire at the age of 6 with her parents Hyman and Dora Morris and younger sister Rose. They settled in Pittsburgh. Hyman Morris died 3 years hence.
19 JUN 1921 Pittsburgh Press (pg. 59)
Our first recorded discovery is a marriage announcement in the society section. Although a good strong start there are vagaries with the Groom. Mr. & Mrs. H Helman of Pittsburgh doesn’t provide much of an investigative lead and Helman is a spelling variation right off the bat. Not that Hellman is a common name, it isn’t unique in the county area, but apart from the news clipping there are no Helmans (with one L) to be found… a quick end to that course of search.
Hellman, Helman, Hellmann, Helmon — the surname takes several forms. Ultimately we amateur genealogists choose the spelling from consensus of available sources and certificates.
Browsing sources for other potentially promising candidates turns up one Abraham Hellman (1898-1956) with vital statistics that fit the scenario e.g. age and locale, save for the spelling and parents, Mr & Mrs. J Hellman that are contrary to the above narrative. Is the wedding plans snippet grossly inaccurate or are we only hoping that our new Abraham find fits the puzzle. A goose chase. Without further corroborating evidence there is not a definitive connection between Fannie M and this Abraham.
The Pittsburgh Press (pg. 1) 31 JAN 1912
Here is Abraham as a lad on a city streetcar making front page story news. If this is our guy he survived the accident. No linkage here, just a remarkable story.
Follows is another published story further along:
The Pittsburgh Press (pg. 8) 9 JAN 1923
Another unfortunate happening 10 years on, Abraham Hellman and business partner Hyman Greenblatt are insolvent. Their National Grocery Company has failed — 2 years into Nannie’s marriage.
Sadly for family but lucky for we researchers this next bit is discovered. A Deed transfer in the borough of Coraopolis Lot No. 115 in a subdivision and within the same month’s timeframe. It’s clear that the business partners have raised funds to pay creditors.
Allegheny County – 22 JAN 1923
The names are telling. We have now linked Fannie M with Abraham by way of Grantors Hyman and Bessie, and Grantee, Jacob Hellman. Jacob Hellman has received their property for $1 OVC. He happens to be Abrahams father. A shared address will confirm this.
We have ordered received a copy of the original marriage certificate from public records. Depending upon the success and speed of bureaucracy we should soon confirm what we think we have discovered.
The newspaper’s wedding plans announcement has been verified to be incorrect. The surname is Hellman and not Helman. The parents name is Mr. and Mrs. J Hellman and not Mr. and Mrs. H Helman as printed, Jacob being Abraham’s father’s given name.
Abraham declared his [1921] address to be 136 Wooster St. but the [1920] census records place Abraham on 624 Washington St. (They moved) Subsequent City Directories and Census records place Jacob and Clara in that Wooster household too.
Abraham listed his Mother’s name as Ida. However, all other records only speak of Clara. Clara Hellman’s 1946 obituary calls Abraham, her son. It seems as though Chaya –> Ida was a very common name and many times Ida was dropped for a fashionable name (during peak immigration era) like Clara . Mother or Stepmother? There is more work to be done.
Abraham Hellman — ghost no longer, we have background story and previously unknown [to us] great grandparents newly discovered as well.
Norman J Strombotne (1925-1975) was born at home. Grandmother Strom was assisted by a midwife something that is fairly uncommon in today’s world.
In 2021, midwives attended approximately 12% of all births in the United States, according to data from the U.S. Government Accountability Office (GAO). This figure reflects a growing trend in midwife-attended births in recent years, with the majority occurring in hospital settings, though some take place in homes or birth centers. For earlier context, a 2009 study noted that midwives delivered 8.1% of U.S. babies, with 12.1% of vaginal births attended by midwives. State variations are significant, with New Mexico reporting the highest rate in 2009 at 24% of all births.
Original Certificate
Also unusual is Norman’s middle name with the initials J. A. S. — The above form field wasn’t long enough to spell it out.
Middle names were sometimes used to honor additional relatives. For example, a child might be named Jens Peter Hansen to honor both a grandfather (Jens) and another relative (Peter).
Might “J” stand for Johan (Johan Jacob Christophersen – paternal Grandfather) and “A” pay ohmage to Axel (Axel August Randrup – maternal Grandfather) I am at a loss for the letter “S” unless the recorder misunderstood and it was meant to be S as the first initial of the surname.
Compounding the perplexity is the following, an amended certificate in 1943.
Revision 2 (note the corrected spelling for Else)
Norman’s middle name is changed. Who chose it and why? As to the when, the timing coincided with WW II. Norman had become of age (18) and in the 2 months following this fresh document he readily signed up with the Army Air Force to fulfil his service to country. Had the Draft Board balked at the middle name – initials J.A.S.? Too unusual? Wouldn’t fit the government form?
Grandmother Strom by then living in Cheyenne, Wyoming must have gone through some degree of effort to effect this change considering that El Paso, Texas was long in the past and far away. Looks to me that the request came at Norman’s behest. She has highlighted the new middle name “Jay” with a by-hand bold underline as if to say here you go dear, done!
Grandfather Strom (1890-1945) in El Paso, Texas. Uncle Norman was born in this house on 3119 Memphis St. in 1925. Also pictured is Chris Erik and younger sibling Henrik Walter (foreground). A hand written caption on the original photograph says: First Sunday in New Home.
100 years have elapsed. The green grass has withered. Plaster has been added here and there and the porch roof has been altered. An aesthetic enhancement? or perhaps the original design did not have enough slope and the structure was susceptible to water intrusion.
1,207 sq ft and 1 bath, Zillow proclaims “Built in 1930” but we know something they don’t know 😉
Amazingly, a small tidbit of fact revealed much. The information had been in print since 1935 but the hardcopy didn’t circulate because firstly one needs to know that it exists, knows where it is to be found and ultimately, cares to go to the effort to physically access it. The dusty old archive of interest is an inter-office directory that was recently unearthed digitally absolving the barriers of access problem.
Marcella (1915-1945) is family and a person of mystery. People that might have been close to her are long gone and there is no one to recollect. Trying to piece her life experience together is a tough ask. From casual genealogy investigation it is known that she was born in a very small town but not how she managed to strike out on her own.
Speaking to the exposed document; It is fortunate that the family surname happens to be unique and distinct. Being uncommon it is an unfiltered search. Even still, blanket browsing the Archive.org turns up 800+ hits mostly from family that were/are published. Ignoring the obvious exposed an office telephone directory of the Agricultural Adjustment Administration (AAA) revised August 1, 1935 wherein Marcella’s name is listed. The entry field on page 90 shows a telephone extension and her office address. A sublevel peek was required to learn about the abbreviations from the snippet.
R. & B. Audit translates to: Rental and Benefit Audit Section Office of the Comptroller Division of Finance. In the context of her job description with the AAA, this role would involve auditing financial records and budget allocations, ensuring proper documentation and compliance with the agency’s subsidy programs and administrative expenditures.
AAA was a New Deal agency established in 1933 under the U.S. Department of Agriculture to address the agricultural crisis during the Great Depression. Its primary goal was to stabilize farm prices and incomes by reducing agricultural surpluses, which were driving down prices. The AAA paid farmers subsidies to reduce production of certain crops and livestock, aiming to balance supply and demand. It was part of President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s broader efforts to revive the economy. The agency faced legal challenges, notably being declared unconstitutional by the Supreme Court in 1936 (United States v. Butler), but its core ideas were rescued in later legislation like the Agricultural Adjustment Act of 1938.
O. P. O. from the descriptive line refers to Old Post Office building in Washington, DC
The Old Post Office building still stands today. Located at 1100 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, it was constructed between 1892 and 1899 and served as the main post office for Washington, DC, until 1914. After that, it housed various federal offices, including those of the AAA in the 1930s. The building faced demolition threats in the 1970s but was preserved due to public outcry and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1973. It underwent renovations and was repurposed over the years, most recently operating as the Waldorf Astoria Washington DC hotel since 2022, though the clock tower remains accessible to the public and is managed by the National Park Service for visitors to enjoy views from its observation deck.
Marcella appears to be a Local Girl Makes Good story with a very solid career move. Revealing, but now creating more questions than answers. Imagine transplanting from small town life in Watertown, South Dakota to a Megalopolis. What facilitated the move? Did Marcella get on?
What happened next? To complete that picture, we will have to continue mining digital records like the one obscured in plain sight, having greater understanding along the way.
