when i was in high school, my dad was an engineer who taught me to be a do-it-yourselfer.
we had a swimming pool. i wondered (and asked him) how could i and my friends breathe under water?
we bought a few parts and thirty odd feet of tubing, put a few big rocks in our shorts and played chess at the bottom of the pool.
we took turns filling our lungs and moving pieces until one won.
eyonyonson says:
i’m new to word press and can’t figure out how to nicely form the above poem, so, sorry, you’ll have to adapt until we learn.
what we did when i was in high school was go to a boneyard (wrecked car parts dealer) and bought a pollution control air pump (if that’s not ironic now, i really don’t know what is) and a properly sized motor and began the project. by the midst of the summer we were staying under water for extended times. it was a lot of fun. probably a bit toxic for our lungs, but hey! everybody was smoking back then.
these are the folks that will be needing ventilators and won’t have access to one; like in italy and spain now.