The photo is from 1978. My son, his truck. Behind him, my truck.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Here's the plan.

Most of the jobs begin like a blind date.  You meet people.  You size them up; they size you up.  What's different is that you try not to get screwed.  They have problems; you try to help.  You work hard.  Stuff happens.  You live by your wits.  Sometimes, you do things that make you proud.  Sometimes, you make a friend. 

Since 1976 I've worked small jobs in the construction trades: carpenter, plumber, electrician.  Some jobs last an hour.  Some take months.  That's a lot of blind dates.  And all the time, I was keeping a journal.  For the next year I'm going to remember some of the people, the problems, the craft, the joy and sorrow, day by day.

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