One big wet cable message

There are all sorts of things that have happened in the course of history, that we will never know about. There are other things that we take for granted and seldom consider. And still others that were quite important at their “moment” in time, and now they have become irrelevant.

Other events…. we celebrate yearly. Like Grand Poobah Day. Holy smokes I love the Grand Poobah Day Parades when I get to wear my Poobah Hat, and eat corndogs with both mustard and ketchup. In fact, I can hardly wait for Grand Poohbah Day this year…. when I can go with all my Grand Poohbah Friends.   But I will reserve those details for another post here….

What brought all of this to mind was an event I looked up for today’s date. Wouldn’t you know…… on July 27th, in the year 1866… a monumental task was completed.

From the NY Times lead story for that date: “After two failures, Cyrus W. Field succeeded in laying the first underwater telegraph cable between North America and Europe. “

Now this is just begging for attention here. First off, this guy Cyrus must have been a great swimmer, and must’ve had incredible lung capacity. How was this done, really? I just keep seeing Wile E. Coyote plotting down little train tracks…. one after the other…. all in a row….thump, thump, thump. How does one lay an underwater telegraph cable?

The other thing that sparked my curiosity… what the heck do you make of the first two failed attempts?  I mean, with matters “underwater”… a “failed attempt” can really mean only one thing. Is this guy Fields some kind of freakish nine-lives guy?  Or, did he send minions for the first two endeavors?  So many unanswered questions with this little tidbit of history.

Yes, now I will have to explore much further into this matter.  And what… pray tell… was the first message that swam across this telegraph line. Who decided what to say, and who would say it? Who listened? Did they both speak the same language?  It was Trans-Atlantic after all.  Perhaps…. Billy Bob and Sven…. were they “friends”… on each end?

Hopefully, that first message was something profound, and useful.

Like: “You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your friend’s nose.”

Hopefully, it wasn’t some generic song… or well-wishing between Dignitaries.

Or, I hope maybe it was something like… “When you’re out with your honey, and his nose is awful runny, and you think it’s kind of funny…. but it’s not…..” (You have to say it out loud. And fast.) It probably lost something in the Trans-Atlantic communication as well….  ahhhhh…. the perils of history….

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