And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Somewhere back in my past, I think at least 1,200 years or so ago, I was a foreman on a small construction crew and that is what the boss gave me to drive, 6 cylinder Ford van with three on the tree in ogre snot yellow!
Great crew we were. Me, a kid fresh out of the Army with just over ten minutes of real construction experience. I was made foreman after a lengthy four day apprenticeship smack in the middle of a 3 yard concrete pour, where an entire crew walked off the job amid collapsing forms. Apparently screaming "Fuck no" into the owner/contractor's face when asked if I too was going to quit, revealed to him under extreme duress my management potential.
That and the fact that I was literally the last man standing.
My other crew, a journeyman "kawlkuh" caulker from Jersey or some other state that apparently at that time had not heard of the invention of drywall, an electrician that looked vaguely like Mickey Rourke before all the surgery, a two fisted axe swinging speed freak carpenter, a geeky handyman who lived in a home made 'doghouse' mounted on his truck, and a burnt out, ex-marine, 60's acid casualty who when he wasn't staring off into space on a thorazine induced flashback, was practicing his favorite past time of vehicle navigator, where he only dispensed directions by way of correctional facilities and police stations.
It didn't end well.
But hey, lot of fun busting up and down the PCH while it lasted, memories!
Love the old car ads! Way better and above anything today.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere back in my past, I think at least 1,200 years or so ago, I was a foreman on a small construction crew and that is what the boss gave me to drive, 6 cylinder Ford van with three on the tree in ogre snot yellow!
ReplyDeleteGreat crew we were. Me, a kid fresh out of the Army with just over ten minutes of real construction experience. I was made foreman after a lengthy four day apprenticeship smack in the middle of a 3 yard concrete pour, where an entire crew walked off the job amid collapsing forms. Apparently screaming "Fuck no" into the owner/contractor's face when asked if I too was going to quit, revealed to him under extreme duress my management potential.
That and the fact that I was literally the last man standing.
My other crew, a journeyman "kawlkuh" caulker from Jersey or some other state that apparently at that time had not heard of the invention of drywall, an electrician that looked vaguely like Mickey Rourke before all the surgery, a two fisted axe swinging speed freak carpenter, a geeky handyman who lived in a home made 'doghouse' mounted on his truck, and a burnt out, ex-marine, 60's acid casualty who when he wasn't staring off into space on a thorazine induced flashback, was practicing his favorite past time of vehicle navigator, where he only dispensed directions by way of correctional facilities and police stations.
It didn't end well.
But hey, lot of fun busting up and down the PCH while it lasted, memories!
Never really thought I'd see "upgrades" and "Econoline" in the same sentence!
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