Friday, September 27
Thursday, September 26
Wednesday, September 25
Tuesday, September 24
Monday, September 23
Friday, September 20
-H.L. Menchken (1880-1956) American Writer
Wednesday, September 18
Tuesday, September 17
- Christopher Reeve, Blaming the Catholic Church and President Bush for Research Obstruction
I miss a lot more than the Huletts.
I miss:
The cables singing over my head, pellets raining down on my hardhat.
Crunching taconite under squealing wheels.
The men.
The haulage cable rising up as the grip locks. Walking them down the line.
Drifting into the next spot.
Watching the carp chasing the minnows as the snubs tighten.
Chews.
Cigar smoke.
Having money in the bank.
Unfettered American manhood.
Albert Cincerelli seventy-two years old working with broken ribs.
Sam Grippi.
Slamming one load and five empties into three loads to get 'em going with the larry car dumping on the fly.
Hot July nights.
Cold November mornings and Steve Massi - with shirt open half way.
Red waterfalls in the January snow - flushing rivets.
Screeching spring seagulls.
Andy "Rats" Roskovitch in the morning.
Lyons and Sulin. John Palo.
Ed Burke.
Franko Perry getting the cars moving when nobody else could - one arm ballet.
Uncle Joe Barbato's hands after gripping his whole career.
War stories from the veterans.
Good days pardner - make no mistake.
Never had better work - never made better money.
Youth.
Thanks,
Brad
Thursday, September 12
Saturday, September 7
Friday, September 6
Thursday, September 5
Wednesday, September 4
Tuesday, September 3
Ladies and gentleman, our president.
Monday, September 2
Friday, August 30
I hate the war on terror. Hate it. Just like I hate the war on drugs. We have not caught them, we have not stopped them, we have only taken our own freedoms, our own lives. If, as Bush said, the war on terror will go on forever, then we will never win. Nay, we have already lost. If we are not fighting for freedom, what are we fighting for? Our masters. We are letting this happen, we are the idiots, we are the damned, we are America and we suck right now.
Thursday, August 29
Welcome to America, buddy. Learn the rules.
Wednesday, August 28
Tuesday, August 27
Saturday, August 24
Thursday, August 22
For about a year now, I've been doing something that I want to encourage all of you to do as well: wait for the person behind the counter (whatever counter that may be) to ask, "May I help you?" Over the course of the past, say, ten years, this polite and once ubiquitous custom seems to have gradually disappeared. But it shouldn't disappear--we're all still humans, aren't we? We still need to relate ourselves to one another, right? So I have resolved to not place my order (etc.) until I am asked.
This decision has, at times, resulted in long, nervous, awkward periods of silence--situations in which the person behind the counter and me stare at each other in an intense battle of will. It has also resulted in disdain from both the service worker and the other customers in line. But I don't care--I'm trying to make a point. Besides, it's fun dammit.
One thing to remember when you do this is that even though you're "fighting" something that's wrong, you should always remain polite. Being mean defeats the purpose. So, try this little social protest for yourself. You'll walk away with a wonderful sense of victory and tingly feeling of righteous indignation.