The drone returned from the dead through an embarrassingly simple trick. When I first put the battery in, I'm supposed to sync the remote with the drone by putting both control levers in the bottom right position for a few seconds. When it was a little baby drone, doing this once was adequate. However, after assorted crashes, bumps and bruises, once is not enough. As it turns out, syncing (a very improbable word) it after every flight miraculously brings it very close to normal. Shoot heck darn, not THAT close to normal. It doesn't control as well as before, nor fly as high. It still needs the replacement motors to be soldered in. But it's way more fun than it was yesterday.
There's a rally today to try once again to get the Army of Northern Virginia flag (usually called the Confederate battle flag) off the State House grounds. It's at 6, by which time it will either be 100 degrees or pouring. Hopefully there will be a good turnout. I can guarantee that one person will be there at least.
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