Upon a cold and weary night, in the dim light of a shop on Pennsylvania Avenue stood a man. A very peculiar man he was, sitting in his chair chizzlin' away at a metal frame. Not only a metal frame, but an assortment of wires and other devices I couldn't make out. After all this wondering and searching of who this man was, I finally saw him outside of his dark, dreary room. He was in a saloon gambling away the night I met him. Joseph Brusnell, a brilliant man he was. A grad of Dartmouth. Immigrant from a land far away. He brought me home with him on that night, and soon after I became Mrs. Brusnell. Here we are today, a poor little family of four living in the miserable state of Pennsylvania. Snows 7 months of the year so the kids get good use of their double-runners, but besides that point... Back to my husband. An industrial worker he was, working for an accomplished electrical engineer in Philadelphia only earning about $12 an hour, which wasn't why I married him. I always knew he was smarter than he acted, but this wasn't realized by him until he had odd visions from God. Something about a talking mechanism as I remember. But I thought it was all jiberish. He would never be able to afford it anyway, since he always gambled his wages away. Gosh I hate him for that, but I love him much also. He came home one day saying, "Darling, if only we had the funds to form these things, these revolutionary ideas that God has blessed me with, we could become rich!" I simply replied with, " If you would stop gambling, then we would have some money." But one day, his gambling came to our rescue. He won a massive pot playing poker at some local bar that changed his life and the life of humanity forever. Running through the da he screamed, "Sara it's time! God has blessed us! God has brought us fruits for our labor!" I never thought much of his religious side, but I truly believed that he would be able to better use his brilliant ability with these funds that we were provided with. Immediatel