I know you Dog. Never met you. Miss you already. You left a hole.
Whatever is next, wring it out like you wrung out this life. Some folks don't live a life close to how you lived a day.
If this place is a bullride you made the bell long ago and then stayed in the saddle just so the cheap seats could get a good look what living large is about.
Don't wear out all the good Brahmas on your next rodeo. Save one for me.
I bet Rock would stop and help me busted down on the side of the road.
Don and WD would too no doubt.
Ed, shit. I already ended up calling Ed one time when I pitched a chain but it’s not like I needed proof of his friendship.
Robert and Mike wouldn’t blow by a busted down bike if they wuz on the way to a heart attack either, I imagine.
Maybe I am part of the problem. Might be that the less we diverge from our shared passions, the longer we stay cohesive. That’s a tough nut
I have seen the familiar silhouettes of friends and family. A few paid willingly for the ride. Most wanted not to make the journey.
As well I have seen other silhouettes, unrecognizeable to me, but as they disappear into the mist, they too seem familiar, familar as people, not known, but the same as me.
Chuck is crossing that river now. I don't know him. I won't. My own journey ends here, even though I too pay for the boatride. He has paid for his trip across Styx to another shore.
Fuck this. I got 8 weeks backed up and I hit another 4 weeks and a couple days in June.
I'll be sittin on 12 weeks and change.
WTF is the matter with me? 12 x 5 is sixty. Hell, I can blow off a day a week for more than a year. What a chump.
Jesus, that's pathetic.
The siren song of the curmudgeon- blog baby.
Finally, I get to unload. I been holding back for so long. I'm repressed.
So, right out of the gate, smilies irritate my yeast infection. De-evolutionary excuse to forget language, noxious little specks, the secret handshake of illiterate nation. The grand panoply of the human experience, the march to greatness has brought us to a place where we can communicate across time and space in nanoseconds with people all over the globe. So what say w
I brought in a 200 ton Grove to hoist a 3 ton heat wheel onto roof so we could get it into the penthouse of the lab complex at this site.
I learned stuff.
Two of my best young up and comers are as thick as tree stumps when confronted with rigging gear. OK, I wasn't oblivious to that likelihood. Too often I have been made painfully aware of how little inate mechanical skills are present in most new blood.
The thing that tears me up is more from the common sense files.
Force of will.
Fast to jump.
Mebbe not the characteristics of a regular guy, but White has enuff moxie to set most of us back on our heels. Not that I agree with all, or most, or even half of what he says but he's fun to watch.
No politician fer sure. That's a plus. Blinders on. Yep, mostly a minus. I said in a thread that his passion got a life of it's own, and that is a plus. Funny, considering his background and my own, I might get a kick out of him but not likely. Buckhorns and I
Sheetrockers up on scaffolds closing in the stairtowers right alongside a big atrium space. 100 plus feet to the concrete deck and these mindless pinheads screwing tin flashing strips in between metal studs and hanging 20 foot long pickboards out on them to dance around on.
If I could stand the hit to my insurance modifier, I would just turn away.
Today, another sheetrocket scientist hung his fall arrest device off a beam, even using a beam strap. He then hooked it to his lanyard, stepp