Working Men
My Dad enjoyed telling stories about my first few days as a union laborer back on the job in San Francisco.
Dad was the big boss and I enjoyed seeing him on the job. I was pushing a garbage tote, filled with drywall, when he walked by.
“Hi Dad!” I yelled.
Little did I know I was approaching the edge of the ramp. I went over the top of the tote I was commanding and I ended up in the dumpster.
Dad denied knowing who I was waving to.
Later on, I was asked by my off-the-boat Italian labor foreman to go get a tube of grease.
After looking through the tool container for awhile I returned:
“What is tuba grease?” I asked.
He told my Dad and they laughed and laughed.
On Thursday morning, Sam was moving around the kitchen at 6:30 a.m.
“It’s going to be a long day,” he said.
He headed for the door.
“You want a ride?”
“I’ll walk,” he said.
Then he stopped on the stairs.
“I’ll take a ride.”
I’m the only person at Camp Clifford who is awake in the morning. I sing to the dogs, I talk baseball, I joke around.
“You gotta relax,” Sam said, as I talked to him during the short ride.
He got out of the car, yawned deeply, and gave a quick wave.
Jake had worked the evening shift.
And they’re a lot more tired now.
I watched Sam walk away.
So many work days coming up.
He came into the house a full 10 hours later.
“How was work?” I asked.
“Sucked.”
He’s already a pro.
Dad was the big boss and I enjoyed seeing him on the job. I was pushing a garbage tote, filled with drywall, when he walked by.
“Hi Dad!” I yelled.
Little did I know I was approaching the edge of the ramp. I went over the top of the tote I was commanding and I ended up in the dumpster.
Dad denied knowing who I was waving to.
Later on, I was asked by my off-the-boat Italian labor foreman to go get a tube of grease.
After looking through the tool container for awhile I returned:
“What is tuba grease?” I asked.
He told my Dad and they laughed and laughed.
On Thursday morning, Sam was moving around the kitchen at 6:30 a.m.
“It’s going to be a long day,” he said.
He headed for the door.
“You want a ride?”
“I’ll walk,” he said.
Then he stopped on the stairs.
“I’ll take a ride.”
I’m the only person at Camp Clifford who is awake in the morning. I sing to the dogs, I talk baseball, I joke around.
“You gotta relax,” Sam said, as I talked to him during the short ride.
He got out of the car, yawned deeply, and gave a quick wave.
Jake had worked the evening shift.
And they’re a lot more tired now.
I watched Sam walk away.
So many work days coming up.
He came into the house a full 10 hours later.
“How was work?” I asked.
“Sucked.”
He’s already a pro.
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