February 23, 2014 @ 11:02 AM
All the guys who taught me the trade of carpentry were missing parts of their bodies. Most could count to eight and a half. Less than safe tools. Cavalier work practice. Machismo. All contributed to the butchery. My worst accident was years ago. Wanted to get a four car garage framed that went with a large remodeling project. It started to rain. I was using a pneumatic framing gun. It pops a three and a quarter inch spike into lumber with a touch of the tip in less than a second. Rain made the boards slippery. I was holding the pieces with one hand and shootng with the other. The gun slipped. Shot a spike into my left thumb.&............
February 17, 2014 @ 7:08 PM
When I was a carpenter’s apprentice in the late 70’s we might have one AM radio on the job. Four inch speaker. Always tuned to DGY. Country and Western. As the guys who taught me the trade retired stereo FM swept across the site. The new generation of foremen and sup’s listened to KQ. Then came CD’s and remote controls. When Jimi Way and I worked together the hardest decision we made all day was which satellite station to listen to. 263 choices + one for silence. Right now the team’s got Pandora blasting through a Jambox. Were there lutes and viols playing while the High Gothic Cathedrals rose?