Friday, August 29, 2008

The Amazing "Exploding" Newshounds

Cummins Inc., a global power leader, is a corporation of complementary business units that design, manufacture, distribute and service engines and related technologies, including fuel systems, controls, air handling, filtration, emission solutions and electrical power generation systems. Headquartered in Columbus, Indiana (USA), Cummins serves customers in more than 160 countries through its network of 550 company-owned and independent distributor facilities and more than 5,000 dealer locations. Cummins reported net income of $739 million on sales of $13.05 billion in 2007.



The Amazing Race shirt wanted to be in a shot alone for once. He said he's sick of being held up by us and wanted his own chance to shine in the spotlight and shine, he does!

Paige and I had the chance to see what it would look like if we exploded (which ended up looking more puppet-like). After we left our tour of the engine at the COB we decided to take a tour of some of the infamous Cummins' grounds.
Here's a little known fact about Columbus: White-corn cerealine flakes were invented, perhaps accidentally, by Columbus, Indiana mill worker James Vannoy circa 1884 or 1887. Cerealine was established as a breakfast food by at least 1897, when the Illinois Farmer's Institute annual report noted that, "Some mills make hominy of white corn, roll it into broad, flat flakes, called cerealine, which are used here as a breakfast dish...."

Aurora, Indiana's T. & J.W. Gaff & Co. distillery built the Cerealine Mill, at 607 Jackson Street in Columbus, Indiana, in 1867. Their Cerealine Manufacturing Company moved to Indianapolis, Indiana sometime prior to 1898, though the Columbus mill's building remained extant and was restored in the late 20th or early 21st century for use as a cafeteria and conference center by the engine manufacturing corporation Cummins Inc. The mill is in the background of Kelsey's photo below.





Uh oh, here's Paige exploding while she takes a rest on this lovely courtyard bench.





And here's me, exploding where I stand in front of what I like to call "The Fountain that Graces 1,000 Pictures." Good thing our body parts are being held up by those strings. Do you think people would come see us on display in the main entrace lobby of the Republic? Ya, probably not.

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