When I was eighteen years of age I walked onto my first construction
site. I didn't know shit from shinola.
I'd had an interview with my new boss the Friday before. He told me
that there were certain things that were required for this job. He
would provide me with a cloth apron that was provided to him by the
local lumber company. I had to buy a hammer and loop, a keel ( a
yellow carpenter's crayon), a carpenter's pencil (didn't know that
they were passed out by the same lumber yards that proffered the
apron), a chalk line, a large and small nail set, a 25' tape measure,
a scriber, a flat bar ( Wonder Bar), a cat's paw, and a combo square.
That was quite an investment for an impecunious eighteen year old.
The promise was that I would be indoctrinated into the secrets and
mysteries of the trade.
Well, that was bullshit. I learned how to carry brick and block and
how to dig a good straight trench. Wait a minute, maybe that was part
of the indoctrination.
Anyways, I carried tools and dug ditches for a bit of time and then
the lead carpenter got fired for being drunk too often and I got to
use the tools that Mario made me buy.
I don't mean that I got to be the lead carpenter. I mean that I got
to carry tools for the (provisional) lead carpenter. And, because he
was a lazy fuck, I got to do more of the carpentry than I would have
under a more sober teacher.
With his somewhat bilious encouragement, I progressed from a newb to a
more or less decent apprentice.
Even got a raise.
Then I saw my first copy of Fine Woodworking.
tom watson
"Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote
That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
front...
http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
You got plenty parking space.
In article <[email protected]>,
<[email protected]> wrote:
> I didn't know shit from shinola.
Wow! You're giving away your age, Tom. I don't imagine there are many
under the age of 60 in this NG who know what "shinola" is :-)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinola
Joe
aka 10x
On Oct 8, 8:03=A0pm, t <[email protected]> wrote:
> When I was eighteen years of age I walked onto my first construction
> site. =A0I didn't know shit from shinola.
>
> I'd had an interview with my new boss the Friday before. =A0He told me
> that there were certain things that were required for this job. =A0He
> would provide me with a cloth apron that was provided to him by the
> local lumber company. =A0I had to buy a hammer and loop, a keel ( a
> yellow carpenter's crayon), a carpenter's pencil =A0(didn't know that
> they were passed out by the same lumber yards that proffered the
> apron), a chalk line, a large and small nail set, a 25' tape measure,
> a scriber, a flat bar ( Wonder Bar), a cat's paw, and a combo square.
>
> That was quite an investment for an impecunious eighteen year old.
>
> The promise was that I would be indoctrinated into the secrets and
> mysteries of the trade.
>
> Well, that was bullshit. =A0I learned how to carry brick and block and
> how to dig a good straight trench. =A0Wait a minute, maybe that was part
> of the indoctrination.
>
> Anyways, I carried tools and dug ditches for a bit of time and then
> the lead carpenter got fired for being drunk too often and I got to
> use the tools that Mario made me buy.
>
> I don't mean that I got to be the lead carpenter. =A0I mean that I got
> to carry tools for the (provisional) lead carpenter. =A0And, because he
> was a lazy fuck, I got to do more of the carpentry than I would have
> under a more sober teacher.
>
> With his somewhat bilious encouragement, I progressed from a newb to a
> more or less decent apprentice.
>
> Even got a raise.
>
> Then I saw my first copy of Fine Woodworking.
>
> tom watson
First job in Canada (part time) was as a gas jockey. I was one of 2
kids hired. The other kid got a bit lippy with one of the mechanics,
and had his pants filled with several pounds of grease from an
airpowered grease gun as a reward. The kid went home crying, just to
come back with his older brother and his dad. They proceeded to to go
through the garage and office with floor-jack handles and crowbars
doing countless of thousands of dollars worth of damage, smashing
everything that could be smashed. They then piled a whole bunch of
rags on the shop floor and doused them in (I think) gasoline. Alcohol
may have been involved. <G>
A couple of customers got involved at that time and prevented the
place from getting burned down. Cops, fire engines, ambulances etc.
Quite a change from my job in Holland at a sleepy marina.
On Oct 9, 10:09=A0pm, "Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*[email protected]>
wrote:
> "Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote
>
> That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
> front...http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
>
> You got plenty parking space.
I sure do. The truckers like delivering to my place. It's just a loop
behind the shop.
I need something twice the size. I'm going to make new products. I
also need a second CNC machine.
On Oct 9, 7:46=A0pm, Morris Dovey <[email protected]> wrote:
> Robatoy wrote:
> >> btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
> >> back ground..*S*
> >> As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few brewskis.ht=
tp://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=3Dabout
>
> > That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
> > front...
> >http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
>
> Interesting - how come John's web page says 'London Road' and Google
> shows both locations on 'London Line'? AFAICT, they aren't the same.
>
> --
> Morris Dovey
> DeSoto Solar
> DeSoto, Iowa USAhttp://www.iedu.com/DeSoto/
That is very observant.... then again, I shouldn't be surprised. *S*
London Road was replaced by Highway 402...errrmmm which was The
Queen's Highway # 7. Then when the 911 Emergency allocations were
introduced, they did the switch to London Line as it runs West to East
as 'Lines' do. That's what I was told...and whathehellwhynot?
Locally, the stretch I'm on is always referred to as The Golden
Mile.... for real...*G*
Oh.. look at this... *proud look*
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Mile
On Oct 9, 9:06=A0pm, "PDQ" <[email protected]> wrote:
> Seems to me that when that stretch of road gained its goldenness there wa=
s a plethora of new/used car lots on it. =A0Is this still so??
>
> P D Q
>
Nope. They're all over now. Mostly along the 'south side'... There are
no new or used car dealers anywhere near me. There is a classy speed
shop, Bimmers and AMG Benzes and a few Porsches..
It's always fun to wander through the bays with a coffee in my hand
and looking for a sorry soul who wants to have a go at an Audi...<G>
The 'Goldeness' was a bunch of new and high-end 'Motels'.
These days, they are enjoying a resurgence of updating and
modernisation. The neglected ones have been bulldozed.
<[email protected]> wrote
>
> I didn't like those days much then, but they look pretty good now.
> Another middle aged mind game, maybe?
>
In my youth I spent a couple years with my grandparents. I was worked to
death. Both in the woods (logging) and on a small dairy and beef farm. I
mean I was worked hard from morning till night. I was convinced I was being
tortured.
Long story short, they were the best years of my life. I learned so much.
Those lessons are still being used today. And I was treated better, with
more respect, than any other part of my life. It sure didn't seem like it
then. But I know better now.
Later in life, I tracked down my grandparents and visited with them a few
times before they died. It was good. I got to say goodbye. I got to show
them I appreciated and loved them. Back in my youth, they just heard me
bitchin'. I was very happy to make amends.
Now don't we all sound like a bunch of old farts sittin around and
rememberin'.
Robatoy wrote:
>> btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
>> back ground..*S*
>> As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few brewskis.http://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=about
>
> That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
> front...
> http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
Interesting - how come John's web page says 'London Road' and Google
shows both locations on 'London Line'? AFAICT, they aren't the same.
--
Morris Dovey
DeSoto Solar
DeSoto, Iowa USA
http://www.iedu.com/DeSoto/
I got a good chuckle out of that post. Another good one, Tom.
I think we must have started on adjoining sites. I worked
construction in the summers in high school. At 16, I had never heard
farts so loud that smelled so foul (I thought the old man was bad...)
in my life. I remember that standing out. I was unfamiliar at the
time with the term "beer fart".
I had a hammer, a cloth bag, a 25' Stanley tape, and for the most part
could have left all of it in the truck. I carried more plywood, 2X4s
and build up material than I thought would be needed for a small city.
When they thought I was dogging it, they made me sweep. Then they
decided they didn't have to talk to me or have me in the way if I was
sweeping, so that became part of my day as well. Since they decided I
was too stupid to train, I swept so much I they bought me my own
broom.
When I got out of high school, I went full time in construction.
Sonovabitch if they didn't put me right back on the broom and mule
work.
I had never seen full grown men drink until they quit speaking
English. Everyone smoked like chimneys. Everyone was broke at the
end of the week. Women got a good cussin' pretty often for causing a
lot of grief, but the boys were pretty docile around their wives. My
first boss would knock the living crap out of you if you "sassed"
him.
If you wanted to go further, that old country boy would be glad to go
behind the building with your anytime. Not advisable. Never saw him
lose a fight.
Wow... how things have changed. About six months ago one of my guys -
about 30 years old- came to me and told me I upset him because I
called him some names in anger. I thought I was remarkably
controlled. He was hurt. I cannot ever in my life imagine telling
one of my fellow construction workers that he hurt my feelings because
of something I called him.
Besides reaching the point of what was termed "trainable", I think
what I learned that stayed with me was to take pride in my work. I
worked with a couple of older fellas that were tremendously talented,
and absolutely ingenious at their solutions in getting the job done
with material on hand. I was glad to be their helpers when I was
assigned to them.
Probably the most important thing I learned from them though had
nothing to do with carpentry work. As much as my boss drank and as
capricious as he was with his temper, he ALWAYS got the job finished,
on budget and on time. He never, ever, made excuses.
Not for him or for anyone that worked for him.
On the other hand, he was highly intolerant of them, too.
Not too much "fine wood working" for me in those days. It was a real
treat when I got to go out on a really neat finish out project. My
goals were simpler then, but hard to attain. Pay the rent and light,
keep a little back for emergencies.
Boy were things simple, then. I didn't have much and didn't care. I
remember that women were still fun (some say this is a trick that is
played on the mind in middle age). I could still drink and then go to
work the next day. I was in great shape as they worked me to death.
I didn't like those days much then, but they look pretty good now.
Another middle aged mind game, maybe?
Robert
On Wed, 8 Oct 2008 23:50:13 -0700 (PDT), "[email protected]"
<[email protected]> wrote:
>Probably the most important thing I learned from them though had
>nothing to do with carpentry work. As much as my boss drank and as
>capricious as he was with his temper, he ALWAYS got the job finished,
>on budget and on time. He never, ever, made excuses.
>Not for him or for anyone that worked for him.
>
>On the other hand, he was highly intolerant of them, too.
If I may say so, I think that you are exactly right and that the core
skill of a successfull tradesman is getting it done on time and on
budget.
Everything else is secondary, including quality (which is why god
invented callbacks) and people skills (which is why god invented
wives).
t
On Thu, 9 Oct 2008 11:43:49 -0700 (PDT), Robatoy
<[email protected]> wrote:
>On Oct 8, 8:03Â pm, t <[email protected]> wrote:
>> When I was eighteen years of age I walked onto my first construction
>> site. Â I didn't know shit from shinola.
>>
>> I'd had an interview with my new boss the Friday before. Â He told me
>> that there were certain things that were required for this job. Â He
>> would provide me with a cloth apron that was provided to him by the
>> local lumber company. Â I had to buy a hammer and loop, a keel ( a
>> yellow carpenter's crayon), a carpenter's pencil  (didn't know that
>> they were passed out by the same lumber yards that proffered the
>> apron), a chalk line, a large and small nail set, a 25' tape measure,
>> a scriber, a flat bar ( Wonder Bar), a cat's paw, and a combo square.
>>
>> That was quite an investment for an impecunious eighteen year old.
>>
>> The promise was that I would be indoctrinated into the secrets and
>> mysteries of the trade.
>>
>> Well, that was bullshit. Â I learned how to carry brick and block and
>> how to dig a good straight trench. Â Wait a minute, maybe that was part
>> of the indoctrination.
>>
>> Anyways, I carried tools and dug ditches for a bit of time and then
>> the lead carpenter got fired for being drunk too often and I got to
>> use the tools that Mario made me buy.
>>
>> I don't mean that I got to be the lead carpenter. Â I mean that I got
>> to carry tools for the (provisional) lead carpenter. Â And, because he
>> was a lazy fuck, I got to do more of the carpentry than I would have
>> under a more sober teacher.
>>
>> With his somewhat bilious encouragement, I progressed from a newb to a
>> more or less decent apprentice.
>>
>> Even got a raise.
>>
>> Then I saw my first copy of Fine Woodworking.
>>
>> tom watson
>
>First job in Canada (part time) was as a gas jockey. I was one of 2
>kids hired. The other kid got a bit lippy with one of the mechanics,
>and had his pants filled with several pounds of grease from an
>airpowered grease gun as a reward. The kid went home crying, just to
>come back with his older brother and his dad. They proceeded to to go
>through the garage and office with floor-jack handles and crowbars
>doing countless of thousands of dollars worth of damage, smashing
>everything that could be smashed. They then piled a whole bunch of
>rags on the shop floor and doused them in (I think) gasoline. Alcohol
>may have been involved. <G>
>A couple of customers got involved at that time and prevented the
>place from getting burned down. Cops, fire engines, ambulances etc.
>
>Quite a change from my job in Holland at a sleepy marina.
You weren't in Hamilton by any chance?
** Posted from http://www.teranews.com **
In article <091020080943432264%[email protected]>,
10x <[email protected]> wrote:
> In article <[email protected]>,
> <[email protected]> wrote:
> > I didn't know shit from shinola.
> Wow! You're giving away your age, Tom. I don't imagine there are many
> under the age of 60 in this NG who know what "shinola" is :-)
Well, I didn't either but then, in the UK, you'd most likely have used
"Cherry Blossom"
--
Stuart Winsor
For Barn dances and folk evenings in the Coventry and Warwickshire area
See: http://www.barndance.org.uk
In article <[email protected]>,
Lee Michaels <leemichaels*nadaspam*@comcast.net> wrote:
> Now don't we all sound like a bunch of old farts sittin around and
> rememberin'.
On Tuesday, I went over to a pub just outside the town I used to work in
(about 25 miles away) and met with about a dozen of my old workmates, who
are also now retired, and guess what we were doing :-)
Well, apart from drinking beer and eating lunch.
--
Stuart Winsor
For Barn dances and folk evenings in the Coventry and Warwickshire area
See: http://www.barndance.org.uk
RE: Subject
AKA: Age By Wal-Mart
Lew
>........................................................
You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house:
mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or
whatever.
You are hot, sweaty, and covered in dirt or paint.
You have your old work clothes on.
You know: "the outfit" - shorts with the hole in crotch, old T-shirt
with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.
Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you
realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete
the job.
Depending on your age you might do the following:
In your 20's:
Stop what you are doing, shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair,
brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes.
Then, you check yourself in the mirror and flex.
You add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you
just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane.
You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
In your 30's:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts, shirt, and change
shoes.
You married the hot chick, so no need for much else.
Then, you wash your hands, comb your hair, and check yourself in the
mirror (still got it!).
You add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell.
The cute girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you
went to school with.
In your 40's:
Stop what you are doing, put a sweatshirt on that is long enough to
cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts, put on different shoes,
and put on a hat.
Then, you wash your hands.
Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty, so you don't want to
waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart.
You check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing.
The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's age and
you feel weird thinking she is spicy.
In your 50's:
Stop what you are doing, put a hat on, and wipe the dirt off your
hands onto your shirt.
Then, you change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your new
sports car.
You check yourself in the mirror, and you swear not to wear that shirt
anymore because it makes you look fat.
The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming, and
you think you still have it.
Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar
and it says, "I Got Worms."
In your 60's:
Stop what you are doing and hose the dog poop off your shoes.
There is no need for a hat anymore.
The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50's.
You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your
pants.
The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have your
glasses on so you are not sure.
In your 70's:
Stop what you are doing. You wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have
your prescriptions ready too.
You don't even notice the dog poop on your shoes.
The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her
of her grandfather.
In your 80's:
Stop what you are doing; start again; stop again.
Now you remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart.
Go to Wal-Mart and wander around trying to think what it is you are
looking for.
You fart out loud, and you think someone called out your name.
You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door
> When I was eighteen years of age I walked onto my first construction
> site. =A0I didn't know shit from shinola.
Boy. . . this brings back memories ! As a teenager in the late 40s in
Indiana,
there weren't many jobs to be found, especially for those without
skills.
A buddy was working in the *big city* (South Bend) as a hod carrier
making around 4 bucks an hr. which to me was a fortune.
I asked him what he does & he said just wheelbarrow bricks to a mason.
I thought I can do that so I went to the union hall, signed up &
waited .
Next day I heard a yell for a hod carrier. I jumped up & the man
behind
the desk gave me an address.
I showed up at a site where an old house was being renovated & some
plaster work being done. The foreman asked if I was the hod carrier.
Yeah, I said. Good, he said. . . grab that hod, they need mud on the
second floor. For those who don't know, a hod is a *V* on a pole, with
one end closed & other end open. The hod was on an upright 2X4 rack.
I took it off & started to scoop it full of mud. The foreman screamed,
WHAT IN HELL YOU DOIN' ? I said, OK I never did this before, but
I can do it if you show me. He mumbled to the mixer guy to show me.
& he put the hod in a rack & filled it with a shovel.
I was a skinny kid with not much meat on my shoulders, & that hod
filled was HEAVY . . . I had to struggle toting it up a ladder to the
second floor & dumped it on a board. A plasterer scooped it up with
a swipe & said, MORE MUD ! I made a few more trips till lunch time
then when I returned, they had a check waiting. *We won't need you
anymore*
I got fired a lot in those days, thinking back. But each time, I
learned a
little more. Once I was working with some carpenters & one of them
asked
You call yourself a carpenter ? I said, I said I was a carpenter, I
didn't
say a GOOD one ! He didn't enjoy the humor !
Smitty
On Oct 9, 3:03=A0pm, Stuart <[email protected]> wrote:
> In article <[email protected]>,
> =A0 =A0Lee Michaels <leemichaels*[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > Now don't we all sound like a bunch of old farts sittin around and
> > rememberin'.
>
> On Tuesday, I went over to a pub just outside the town I used to work in
> (about 25 miles away) and met with about a dozen of my old workmates, who
> are also now retired, and guess what we were doing :-)
>
> Well, apart from drinking beer and eating lunch.
>
My shop is right next door to a pub/restaurant like that... same old
bunch there for coffee in the morning... going over the paper together
and bitching the morning away... it's election time. Oct 14 we go
again...and the same old guys will greet me warmest greetings... stuff
like: "hey! Fuckface!" or they yell at the waitress: "get that sorry
shit some coffee before he falls over...".. they're all 20+ years
older than I, but we're becoming friends...*S*.. and we all roll our
eyes when one of the local pig/chicken farmers walks by...
ahhhmoniaaaaah....
"Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
shit some coffee before he falls over...".. they're all 20+ years
older than I, but we're becoming friends...*S*.. and we all roll our
Yeah, but what they're *really* thinking is.
"There's that dumb *S* Robatoy again. I'd toss him out on his ass, except
that he calculates wrong once in awhile and I get a decent tip.
:)
On Oct 9, 4:45=A0pm, "Upscale" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>
> shit some coffee before he falls over...".. they're all 20+ years
> older than I, but we're becoming friends...*S*.. and we all roll our
>
> Yeah, but what they're *really* thinking is.
> "There's that dumb *S* Robatoy again. I'd toss him out on his ass, except
> that he calculates wrong once in awhile and I get a decent tip.
>
> :)
Naaaa, I often walk out without paying, but I always tip <G>
btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
back ground..*S*
As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few brewskis.
http://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=3Dabout
On Oct 9, 4:02=A0pm, Robatoy <[email protected]> wrote:
> On Oct 9, 4:45=A0pm, "Upscale" <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> > "Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>
> > shit some coffee before he falls over...".. they're all 20+ years
> > older than I, but we're becoming friends...*S*.. and we all roll our
>
> > Yeah, but what they're *really* thinking is.
> > "There's that dumb *S* Robatoy again. I'd toss him out on his ass, exce=
pt
> > that he calculates wrong once in awhile and I get a decent tip.
>
> > :)
>
> Naaaa, I often walk out without paying, but I always tip <G>
> btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
> back ground..*S*
> As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few brewskis.http:=
//www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=3Dabout
That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
front...
http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
On Oct 9, 3:51=A0am, "Lee Michaels" <leemichaels*[email protected]>
wrote:
> Now don't we all sound like a bunch of old farts sittin around and
> rememberin'.
Yeah.... I guess it kinda sneaked up on me.
I knew things had changed when I wasn't looking and I noticed some of
my employees referring to me and my similar vintage contracting
associates as "the old dudes".
Sadly, they didn't even mean any disrespect.
Robert
10x wrote:
> In article <[email protected]>,
> <[email protected]> wrote:
>
>> I didn't know shit from shinola.
>
> Wow! You're giving away your age, Tom. I don't imagine there are
> many
> under the age of 60 in this NG who know what "shinola" is :-)
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shinola
Geez, you just prompted me to edit a wiki article--there was mention
of Shinola on an episode of Night Court that I saw a couple of days
ago, and I couldn't resist adding that to the list of references in
pop culture.
--
--
--John
to email, dial "usenet" and validate
(was jclarke at eye bee em dot net)
Nice to know the company you keep.
I left your area 4 years before this eatery was established.
When I returned, on my way to PH, I used to stop at a late night =
watering hole on the 402 (before it became the 402) that we beer-chasers =
called Mother's. =20
It's gone now too.
P D Q
"Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message =
news:c3e4bdd4-cdd0-4219-a502-784727118ec3@k37g2000hsf.googlegroups.com...=
On Oct 9, 4:45 pm, "Upscale" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>
> shit some coffee before he falls over...".. they're all 20+ years
> older than I, but we're becoming friends...*S*.. and we all roll our
>
> Yeah, but what they're *really* thinking is.
> "There's that dumb *S* Robatoy again. I'd toss him out on his ass, =
except
> that he calculates wrong once in awhile and I get a decent tip.
>
> :)
Naaaa, I often walk out without paying, but I always tip <G>
btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
back ground..*S*
As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few brewskis.
http://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=3Dabout
Could be that the last naming committee decided it should become a =
"Line" instead of a "Road".
50 years ago it was a "Road". I will even bet the "Plank Road" has a =
new name too.
P D Q
"Morris Dovey" <[email protected]> wrote in message =
news:[email protected]...
> Robatoy wrote:
>=20
> >> btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
> >> back ground..*S*
> >> As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few =
brewskis.http://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=3Dabout
> >=20
> > That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
> > front...
> > http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
>=20
> Interesting - how come John's web page says 'London Road' and Google=20
> shows both locations on 'London Line'? AFAICT, they aren't the same.
>=20
> --=20
> Morris Dovey
> DeSoto Solar
> DeSoto, Iowa USA
> http://www.iedu.com/DeSoto/
Seems to me that when that stretch of road gained its goldenness there =
was a plethora of new/used car lots on it. Is this still so??
P D Q
"Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message =
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On Oct 9, 7:46 pm, Morris Dovey <[email protected]> wrote:
> Robatoy wrote:
> >> btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
> >> back ground..*S*
> >> As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few =
brewskis.http://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=3Dabout
>
> > That's the shop..that tiny box with that tractor/trailer parked in
> > front...
> >http://tinyurl.com/5yw2n6
>
> Interesting - how come John's web page says 'London Road' and Google
> shows both locations on 'London Line'? AFAICT, they aren't the same.
>
> --
> Morris Dovey
> DeSoto Solar
> DeSoto, Iowa USAhttp://www.iedu.com/DeSoto/
That is very observant.... then again, I shouldn't be surprised. *S*
London Road was replaced by Highway 402...errrmmm which was The
Queen's Highway # 7. Then when the 911 Emergency allocations were
introduced, they did the switch to London Line as it runs West to East
as 'Lines' do. That's what I was told...and whathehellwhynot?
Locally, the stretch I'm on is always referred to as The Golden
Mile.... for real...*G*
Oh.. look at this... *proud look*
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Mile
Speaking of Audi, What about that R8? =20
200+ mph and superb handling too boot.
Sure wish I could justify the 6 digit cost.
P D Q
"Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message =
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On Oct 9, 9:06 pm, "PDQ" <[email protected]> wrote:
> Seems to me that when that stretch of road gained its goldenness there =
was a plethora of new/used car lots on it. Is this still so??
>
> P D Q
>
Nope. They're all over now. Mostly along the 'south side'... There are
no new or used car dealers anywhere near me. There is a classy speed
shop, Bimmers and AMG Benzes and a few Porsches..
It's always fun to wander through the bays with a coffee in my hand
and looking for a sorry soul who wants to have a go at an Audi...<G>
The 'Goldeness' was a bunch of new and high-end 'Motels'.
These days, they are enjoying a resurgence of updating and
modernisation. The neglected ones have been bulldozed.
Robatoy wrote:
> On Oct 9, 4:45 pm, "Upscale" <[email protected]> wrote:
>> "Robatoy" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>>
>> shit some coffee before he falls over...".. they're all 20+ years
>> older than I, but we're becoming friends...*S*.. and we all roll our
>>
>> Yeah, but what they're *really* thinking is.
>> "There's that dumb *S* Robatoy again. I'd toss him out on his ass, except
>> that he calculates wrong once in awhile and I get a decent tip.
>>
>> :)
>
> Naaaa, I often walk out without paying, but I always tip <G>
> btw, that's my shop..all the way to the right of the photo..in the
> back ground..*S*
> As you can see, not far to roll, I mean walk, after of few brewskis.
> http://www.famousbacon.com/default.asp?q=about
I've been in that place for Sunday breakfast. John's, I mean. Not your
shop. For some reason I figured your shop was out that way. Not sure
why. Rob's depiction of the crowd and staff is pretty accurate from what
I could tell, although Sunday breakfast has people lined up outside and
almost down the road.
Nice, friendly place with good, simple food.
Tanus
I remember my days back at Cogswell's Cogs. Mr. Cogswell was always
screaming at me for my ongoing shenanigans.
Yours
George Jetson
"t" <[email protected]> wrote in message
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> When I was eighteen years of age I walked onto my first construction
> site. I didn't know shit from shinola.
>
> I'd had an interview with my new boss the Friday before. He told me
> that there were certain things that were required for this job. He
> would provide me with a cloth apron that was provided to him by the
> local lumber company. I had to buy a hammer and loop, a keel ( a
> yellow carpenter's crayon), a carpenter's pencil (didn't know that
> they were passed out by the same lumber yards that proffered the
> apron), a chalk line, a large and small nail set, a 25' tape measure,
> a scriber, a flat bar ( Wonder Bar), a cat's paw, and a combo square.
>
> That was quite an investment for an impecunious eighteen year old.
>
> The promise was that I would be indoctrinated into the secrets and
> mysteries of the trade.
>
> Well, that was bullshit. I learned how to carry brick and block and
> how to dig a good straight trench. Wait a minute, maybe that was part
> of the indoctrination.
>
> Anyways, I carried tools and dug ditches for a bit of time and then
> the lead carpenter got fired for being drunk too often and I got to
> use the tools that Mario made me buy.
>
> I don't mean that I got to be the lead carpenter. I mean that I got
> to carry tools for the (provisional) lead carpenter. And, because he
> was a lazy fuck, I got to do more of the carpentry than I would have
> under a more sober teacher.
>
> With his somewhat bilious encouragement, I progressed from a newb to a
> more or less decent apprentice.
>
> Even got a raise.
>
> Then I saw my first copy of Fine Woodworking.
>
>
>
> tom watson
>