Originally posted by: BonzaiDuck
I know. During my "other life," I had a mechanic named "Tommy" whom I paid to work on my cars. I was working two jobs: day job for the Fed, and teaching at night. But he kept telling me we could "make some extra ducats flipping cars," and I spent a couple months in a sort of partnership with him.
He had barely made it through the tenth grade; his mom and pop lived in a trailer-court. Tommy was a "good-ol'-boy" Virginia redneck -- spitting image of Greg Allman, the Allman Bros. Band rock-star. He couldn't read.
His dad had worked for the gov -- probably the Navy -- as a wage-board sheet-metal-worker. At that time, I couldn't imagine spending my time doing "sheet-metal." I was a "numbers and accounting sorta guy." I was a "programmer." I taught "database theory."
Now, I wish I'd taken metal-shop in high-school. Instead, they made me take Latin. What good is Latin? Not only have I not gone to Mass on Sunday for about two decades, but they don't even hold services in Latin anymore . . . .
[I mus' be goin' ta Hell. I'm not even dead yet, an' I cun feel it . . . . Ah cun feel it . . . ]
"Under the spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy stands . . . . "
Originally posted by: BonzaiDuck
I know. During my "other life," I had a mechanic named "Tommy" whom I paid to work on my cars. I was working two jobs: day job for the Fed, and teaching at night. But he kept telling me we could "make some extra ducats flipping cars," and I spent a couple months in a sort of partnership with him.
He had barely made it through the tenth grade; his mom and pop lived in a trailer-court. Tommy was a "good-ol'-boy" Virginia redneck -- spitting image of Greg Allman, the Allman Bros. Band rock-star. He couldn't read.
His dad had worked for the gov -- probably the Navy -- as a wage-board sheet-metal-worker. At that time, I couldn't imagine spending my time doing "sheet-metal." I was a "numbers and accounting sorta guy." I was a "programmer." I taught "database theory."
Now, I wish I'd taken metal-shop in high-school. Instead, they made me take Latin. What good is Latin? Not only have I not gone to Mass on Sunday for about two decades, but they don't even hold services in Latin anymore . . . .
[I mus' be goin' ta Hell. I'm not even dead yet, an' I cun feel it . . . . Ah cun feel it . . . ]
"Under the spreading chestnut tree, the village smithy stands . . . . "
