"That’s actually a lie, I don’t remember what we did to be honest with you." Was it callous of me to laugh out loud when I read this line? I hope not, b/c I chuckled. Thanks for sharing this essay. I had not gotten to it in the One Sentence Journal yet. I really enjoy reading about growing-up experiences.
"That’s actually a lie, I don’t remember what we did to be honest with you." Was it callous of me to laugh out loud when I read this line? I hope not, b/c I chuckled. Thanks for sharing this essay. I had not gotten to it in the One Sentence Journal yet. I really enjoy reading about growing-up experiences.
You reminded me of my time in college when I worked for our campus boiler mechanic. We had four boilers that heated the majority of the University of Portland. I spent several summers digging steam vault pits, steam line trenches, and fitting 6" schedule 80 steam line. (Big dang wrenches were so fun to tote around campus.) The boiler mechanic - Van, short for Van Doren, ended up at Reed College, where he loved it. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met on campus, including faculty.
I am thankful every day (to answer your query from a few weeks ago) for my experience working in the trades - hod carrier, boiler mechanic's lacky, metal fabrication and autoshop go-fer, framing, and concrete work to name a few. This experience in particular makes me appreciate heat. And the steam whistle that blew out of MSU's Bozeman heat plant to start and finish each term when I professed there - I miss that.
"That’s actually a lie, I don’t remember what we did to be honest with you." Was it callous of me to laugh out loud when I read this line? I hope not, b/c I chuckled. Thanks for sharing this essay. I had not gotten to it in the One Sentence Journal yet. I really enjoy reading about growing-up experiences.
You reminded me of my time in college when I worked for our campus boiler mechanic. We had four boilers that heated the majority of the University of Portland. I spent several summers digging steam vault pits, steam line trenches, and fitting 6" schedule 80 steam line. (Big dang wrenches were so fun to tote around campus.) The boiler mechanic - Van, short for Van Doren, ended up at Reed College, where he loved it. He was one of the smartest guys I ever met on campus, including faculty.
I am thankful every day (to answer your query from a few weeks ago) for my experience working in the trades - hod carrier, boiler mechanic's lacky, metal fabrication and autoshop go-fer, framing, and concrete work to name a few. This experience in particular makes me appreciate heat. And the steam whistle that blew out of MSU's Bozeman heat plant to start and finish each term when I professed there - I miss that.
I love trades-work, even though I don't have much knack for it.