Houston, we have a problem!

I have hesitated to speak of this publicly.
The weight of this story’s outcome is potentially great.

When Geppetto’s door opened August 26th, 1974, Ma Borsotti was making her delicious ravioli by hand. I’ve heard said, it would take her six days and many expletives to make seven days worth of ravioli. Around that time, Tom, her son, heard tell of a man in San Francisco making ravioli for United Airlines at the time. The man wanted to buy a bigger machine and was interested in selling the smaller one. 

How Tom learned about this guy and his machine for sale… without the internet is beyond me. Regardless, his sister’s husband was sent to San Francisco to pick it up. For Christmas 1974, Ma was given the former United Airlines ravioli machine. It came without instructions and no owner’s manual. Tom tells some great stories about the trial and error days as they perfected the new way. Ma’s life was made much easier and that machine is still in use to this day at Geppetto’s. At least it was… until two Saturdays ago.​

There is a lot to making Ma’s Ravioli. The fresh pasta, the filling and the process of bringing the two together are all important. It is an art. An undeniable change in the end result has unfortunately revealed a problem. Yield and quality have diminished. Something has gone wrong and we can’t make Ma’s Ravioli with her machine unless it can be repaired. It has no identifying markings as to its manufacturer. All we know is that it was made in Italy. Probably quite some time before 1974. The machine’s technology is simple and smart and beyond our ability to make any kind of definite diagnosis as to the problem.

Looking over the old girl, I remarked aloud, “We need that “older guy” who likes to tinker with stuff. The kind of guy who can figure anything out. Does the world even make those kind of guys anymore?”

Just then, twenty-four year Geppetto’s server/bartender, Jamie, a man of few words, softly spoke one name, “Shelby.”

“Really?!” I asked.

“Oh yeah, he said. That guy’s amazing. He can figure anything out when it comes to machinery.”

Shelby and his lovely wife, Robin, are true friends and regular Geppetto’s customers. A Ma’s Ravioli fan, all it took was a quick text and Shelby was on his way. He looked like a surgeon in his headlamp as he observed the machine. I watched in admiration as he studied how the mechanisms worked over and over again. I showed him an example of our latest batch which had not been broken up yet.

“It’s definitely a delivery problem.” Shelby said.
Discerning that narrowed the field and he was able to identify the source.

“It’s a timing issue.” He said. And this gear (which could fit in the palm of my hand) is the problem. That metal star has turned so many times it’s just plain worn out. Its points have worn unevenly and that’s where the problem lies. With this machine… timing is everything. You need a new gear.”

We spent a week attempting to track down manufacturer, specs and information to no avail. One night, at dinner here, our son-in-law made the suggestion of using 3D printing to manufacture a new part. I forwarded the link to Shelby assuming he would be too “old school” for that. Nothing could have been further from reality. He jumped at the opportunity to learn.

“I’ve always wanted to learn about 3D printing.” He said. Shelby came back to the restaurant the next day to remove the part. He took it to a guy in Portland where it will be reverse engineered and its original size determined. When ready the specs will be sent to a 3D print company in Bend. They will manufacture the part and only then will we know if Geppetto’s coveted machine will live to produce again.

Some have said, "Why bother? Get a knew one." It's not that simple. And I believe, the machine and Ma and Tom and Shelby and many others deserve our best effort to restore what was once great.

​We’ll keep you posted. Meanwhile… say a little prayer… and give thanks for the “older guys’ who like to tinker and aren’t afraid to learn. We won’t make it much longer on the number Raviolis we have left in house. What Ma would do in this moment has crossed my mind. What she would have to say, I imagine, is perhaps too colorful for publication and matches my sentiments precisely.

We made our way to Flight Deck for an awesome lunch today. I have always loved the view overlooking the tarmac. Reminds me of visiting airshows with my dad as a kid. While dining at Flight Deck… in the midst of summer… Autumn was fantastic! She was our server. Frank, whom I assume, is the head chef… because he was wearing black and had a thermometer tucked in his sleeve… popped out to greet us as we left. The place was very clean. Roger thoroughly enjoyed his fish and chips and my quesadilla was great! Portion so large… I know what I’m having for dinner. On a side note… I want commercial air travel in Salem. To fly over the commute to PDX would be amazing!
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Salem Area Chamber of Commerce

Had the pleasure of docking at the Oregon Department of Revenue this morning. Made an appointment beforehand. I admit… I don’t quite understand how it all works. They couldn’t tell us how much we owed but they were willing to take our money!
“You can take my payment even though you can’t tell me how much we owe?”
“Yes.” He said. “Does that make sense?” He asked.
“Well, no. It doesn’t.” I said. “But I believe you.”
Just then the woman in the adjacent kiosk says, “Hey! You’re the Stardate Post lady! You’re funny. I’m not even a StarTrek fan and I find your posts so enjoyable! I feel like I met somebody famous!”
I must say, her remarks lessened the sting of taxes. Just when I was feeling confused and discouraged she lifted my spirits and inspired me to write.
We returned to the Geppetto’s van, realizing we had forgotten to “feed the meter.”
“Roger, I said, I don’t understand how the Department of Revenue works.”
He replied, “ Honey, you know how a department store has a Men’s department and a Women’s department? They are separate for a reason. The difference is, department stores are private companies and all departments actually communicate.”
Now, I understand.
Important side note… Our one day off since January was spent doing a variety of things. We found another “vacation spot.” It’s called the Graystone Lounge. It happens to be owned by faithful Geppetto’s customers. They have gone above and beyond with the renovation of Silverton’s oldest bar. Felt like we were in Key West! The cheeseburger we shared was fresh and delicious! The crab cake before hand was out of this world! Check them out I know it’s “Salem Eats” but Silverton is not far and Graystone Lounge is way worth the trip!
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Our ship is docked today. Looking forward to a day of rest, house cleaning and maybe a little yard work. Regular customers (Ryane & Phil) gifted us with some very fancy sparklers. Thanks to them, Roger and I will have our own little fireworks show tonight! God Bless us, everyone. May God bring us all together in unity and love, in hope and peace. May God Bless America and the whole wide world! May everyone eat well today. And... who's open for great BBQ? We don't even know if our grill works anymore!