Saturday, October 17

So one day walking in the apartment, back entrance; this guy addresses me... "Hay man do you have some sticks? I read this as Styx... look on my phone, and say "yes, I have the Grand Illusion and parts of Pieces of Eight" He looks at me bewildered, and says (as to correct himself) "no I mean needles" I look at him thinking the only ones "authorized" to use needles would be doctors... Oh yea, drug addicts are "self-authorized"... carry on.

Sunday, September 6

The worst job.... ever!

     I have in my live done various lines of work for which to support myself. I can't claim to be a total success, ie Doctor, Lawyer, Statesman, or Plumber (yea they make pretty good money too). But to me all money is "good" money. As long as I can live, be happy, roof over, food in the, etc etc...  So I have had quite a few different professions. I come to you with experience saying I "have the knowledge" of the worst job in existence. Yes, snow removal is THE worst that is in existence. I know your saying its a heated truck, all you do is drive and push snow out of the way. This is true, for some snow removal companies. A one man crew. Most are multi member crews, (more than one) if you are not the driver life just went from bad to worse. You have been labeled as "a tool" just a entity to get the job done. No name, number or any individual identifying marks just hay you...   Apartment buildings, some have on grounds staff some call in professional help, who do you think and how do the walks, steps and doorways get done? You got it, a man and a snow shovel. Not only is it hard work; it is a thankless job... always did vow to Not use a shovel on anything I did for a living. So snow removal... a) is cold outside, b) no set hours, "when snow accumulates till its not snowing (could be 24-48 hours or more) Working with salt... I dare you to wipe the sweat from your forehead (and it is a sweaty job) c) it just plain sucks, all the stuff you want to avoid, cold hard work and uncertain hours) all wrapped up in one... It just plain is not what you had planned for a Saturday night... right Chuck? "White death, code 3!!"

Sunday, August 9

37 years ago, the summer that disappeared

     There are those that know of my encounter that abruptly ended the summer of 1978. Giving it some thought; as I do every year. A friend did pose the notion that really no one walked away unharmed. Which I am aware of. Yes; of the 3, I only know my version. One died, we won't know about that until it happens. Everyone is going to die, eventually. Basically speaking, I was out... out of commission, out of order and out to lunch from July 31 that year, till around November.  A few vague memories, but the lasting memories started at Children's Hospital. Thinking of, perhaps the best one of the bunch was the one who died. No more headache, no learning to walk again, then there is the academic side... learning math spelling and all that jazz. Speaking? yea, I had to learn that again too. I certainly wouldn't want to be in the seat of the driver; yea, not much in the physical sort of injury but just to imagine; unless the most cold hearted of people, the memories and feelings that went along with and it doesn't go away with age (time) living the rest of your life (and this happened in our teen years) with the knowledge you killed one and maimed another. Can't be easy. My only gripe with the whole thing is he never approached my dad to say, "I'm sorry I didn't mean for this to happen."


Monday, July 20

The Future

     I have spoke before about the rodent name of computer hardware. It is now time to move beyond the mouse... the new technology leans to the Mongolian Gerbil. Yes... the future is the Gerbil rather than the mouse. Mice are bad news, women jumping up on chairs and even Elephants are scared of this terrible rodent. I mean who could be afraid of a Mongolian Gerbil? They are so cute. So having just replaced my computer mouse with a computer (Logitech) computer gerbil I am confident my computer skills will far exceed yours. Not because I know more but simply my rodent is not as horrifying as yours.

Friday, May 22


     Conspiracy I say. The mouse sits at the top, has a computer device named for,
feed and the wheel, lets not forget the wheel. The hamster, specific feed AND the "habit-trail". Then there is the Mongolian Gerbil, who has nothing. Go to the pet store and tell me if you can find a feed container, listed specifically for the Mongolian Gerbil.