Reginald A. Fessenden
Deluged Civilizations of the CaucasesDear Carlos aka poo aka Lolita,
I was poking around looking for Reginald Fessenden's Deluged Civilizations of the Caucases and found the RALPH web site.
It seems like you have pretty much disavowed Reginald ("Reginald A. Fessenden was an obscure radio pioneer out of turn-of-the-century Canada...") which is a shame, given his rightful place in history as the inventor of voice broadcasting, sonar, and...well, you know better than I do.
Anyway, I am hoping you can tell me whether and where I can purchase Deluged Civ, and who currently owns the copyrights?--- Thanks in advance.
This is a true story, it happened to us yesterday!
Yesterday afternoon my wife asked me to take a look at a car parked in front of our house which she thought might be stolen and abandoned (a not uncommon occurrence in our quiet hillside neighborhood).
I looked at the car, a run-down grey-blue Hyundai with a decidedly orphaned demeanor.
But, what's this? The car is full of unopened mail!
So, I picked up the nearest letter and went inside and called the person whose name was on the envelope (and in the local phone book) and said, in a slightly surly tone (best not to be too open and friendly with somebody who cares that little for their car) "Come get your stinkin' car or I'm having it towed."
Well, a few hours later a brand new Lexus rolls up and two very clean-cut twenty somethings identify themselves as the addressees of the mail, and ask where the car is, so I show them the car with the large collection of their mail in it.
They are mortified.
Plainly the owner of this car has been stealing their mail!
So I call the police and with a great show of indignity convince them to send a squad car over and to get the postal inspector over ASAP. The whole show rolls into high gear at this point; major serious display of detective work ensues.
The postal inspector explained to me that this car was a veritable rolling fraud factory... apparently there are people cruising the urban landscape collecting our discarded mail and the contents of our post boxes, and collecting data about us in laptop computers. When they have enough info they activate one or more of those instant approval credit cards and go on a shopping spree or use the laptop and a portable printer to write a check drawn on your/my bank account (got from that discarded last page of your bank statement with only the account number on it or that discarded check) which they proceed to cash at one of those discreet little kiosks that specialize in that sort of thing.
They also apprently will go to the trouble of, for example, going to businesses and collecting things out of the trash with customer info on them; an especial gem being the records from auto dealerships of credit applications which they will yank right off the desks of the dealership (there were auto credit apps and receipts from stores and all sorts of goodies in this car).
And the postal inspector said it was happening every day in my neighborhood.--- pe